The Cuteness

Look at that scar on his eye. That makes him Anikin. I drew it on there. Me, the one who didn't want him to be Darth Vader for halloween. Why? I didn't want him to be a bad guy. But I guess a young bad guy is better than an old bad guy. Ah, the dichotomys of motherhood.

Now Tinkerbell was just cute. Cute, cute, cute. Golden Sparkly hair. The turquoise ribbon. The pink cheeks and lips. Ceeee-yoot. Em and I painted that wand together. I was going to add some ribbons, but she wanted it just "gween and sparkwy." Who am I to argue with that? She called me in her room tonight (about an hour after she had gone to bed) saying "Mama! I neeeeeeeed you!" When I went in to tell her that she probably didn't, she said "Mama, don't forget to start the laundry tonight." I don't know whether to be impressed with her domesticity or to just be insulted.

Random thought. When some one throws a lighted cigarette out of their car, and I run over it, there is a split second that I am certain that my car is going to explode. I am always very relieved when that doesn't happen.