Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I used to babysit my nephew Zac. At that time there was nothing more in life he wanted that to pretend he was Rudolph and I was Santa. I can't tell you how many Rudolph noses I painted on him with a red marker and how many times I galloped around the living room saying, "Okay Rudolph, shine up your nose!" while we flew around in our imaginary sleigh. I only babysat and I often felt so sorry for my sister who I know was sick, sick, sick of playing that day after day. Well, now I have my own four year old.
What is it about this age? Afton can't be content with me being just mom! I already told you about my new life as Phantom of the Opera. Now she wants me to be the goblin king from Labrynth. If I dare address her as anyone but "Sara" or "Christine" she says...."MOM! You are not my mom you are the Goblin King!" I feel slightly schitzo. I'm a little worried about this obsession she has with bad boys...
Posted by Angie Larkin at 11:53 AM