Emotion . . . is my middle name . . .

My little one reminds me of that poem about the little girl with the curl in the middle of her forehead: "When she was good she was very very good, and when she was bad she was awful." (Or something like that!)

Fortunately she is very very good the majority of the time, but oh my she can switch moods in an instant. Most of the time she can snap out as easily as she can snap in so it isn't too bad. It can actually be pretty comical because she puts her heart and soul into it and it is usually because of the same simple and trivial triggers.
Isn't this pout priceless?

She tried to put mascara on herself this morning. She is such a little girl. Fortunately it wasn't waterproof and came off easily!

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