My poor Moe announced with a heavy sigh, "Mama, I'm just a hot mess today" then promptly bemoaned her circumstance - that of being female. Poor thing. I hear you, chickie.
So then she announced that though she loves her "sick pajamas" it will be the only time I'll ever see her in hot pink. Even in her hot messiness she is funny as well as "anti" all things girl. Oh, the irony. Then she asked for a carb fix: Goldfish crackers.
And a Motrin.
Just a glimpse into my world.
