Thursday, April 26, 2007
So Mouse's hair is growing in - brownish and wavyish and unruly. Most of the time, I have to keep brushing it back from her face because it does "the Napoleon."
Combine that with her famously compelling charm (even strangers have to stop and smile at her when she grins at them) and her propensity for the total destruction of everything she can get her hands on, and she may just be destined for a military takeover of France. And Egypt. And Italy. And Austria. And Germany. And Poland. And Denmark. And, er, Russia.
Geez. That sounds a lot like someone else. Let's hope she doesn't grow a moustache.
In no way do I wish to imply that my child is a tyrant, despot, dictator, or freak. She's just strong-willed.