while laying in bed, trying to convince myself to get up and start the day, taryn is laying on the floor next to me….in her best fancy nancy voice….
“ohhhhhhh myyyyyyyy, the beauty shop is on fiiiiiiiiire”
it wasn’t until after she toddled off and i actually got up and out of bed that i realized she was reading “Star Wars: The Guide to Spacecraft and Vehicles”. the page was turned to the death star. somehow i highly doubt the death star had a beauty salon.
is anyone else living with a fancy nancy right now? it’s the butterfly one that comes back to bite me…..the other day I told her “No” when she asked for something and she threw back a “Maaaawwwwwmm, your fancy words are NOT going to help me feel better”….lol