Saying my daughter is a drama queen is a HUGE understatement. I really don't know where she gets all her girl-y-ness from. Me=Tomboy Her= Miss Priss. I may have once believed that i was born a boy had it not been for my girl bits. My daughter, on the other hand, was born with lace and bows. Seriously that is how girly she is. Anyway......where was i going with this. Oh, I remember. Today my little princess was not ready to "rise and shine". Apparently she didn't get her required beauty rest. Quick like a fox she devised a plan. "Mommy my belly hurts and i feel all dizzy". So i let my princess go back to bed. Ha, Foolish me. Now i'm all worried that bird flu is about to infect my household. I begin thinking about all the germy surfaces i need to sanitize before the sun goes down. Just as i'm about to Hulk out on those germs my princess comes downstairs. "mom can you make me eggs with cheese.....or maybe cereal?" What the Fark?! Did i just hear her right? My kids NEVER eat when they have sick little bellies, NEVER! She noticed the "what the fark" look on my face and flashes me one of her sly little grimaces. I almost come unglued. She is so lucky that we had an appointment at 10:45 or she would have been sitting in class within a minute of her gourmet breakfast request. Next time she whines about her belly i'm sending her to school.
