A pre-vacation story

Last Wednesday, Little Miss decided she wanted to start packing for the beach. "Where's my yellow suitcase?" she asked. She looked for it (for about four seconds) and then began asking every minute or so. "WHERE'S my yellow suitcase?" "I can't find my yellow bag!" "MOMMY, help me find my yellow bag!"

We told her in no uncertain terms that we were not going to pack until the night before or morning of (because we had so much laundry to do -- ha!) and she needed to knock it off.

Friday morning, 8 a.m. "Mom, did you find my yellow suitcase yet?" And like a parrot with Tourette's, she asked over and over and over and over again. By the fifth time, I threatened to put my foot up her ass if she didn't knock it off sternly instructed her not to say anything about her yellow suitcase until further notice.

Exactly twenty minutes later: "Mommy, do you know where my YOU-KNOW-WHAT is?

In case I didn't know what she meant, she helpfully noted: "By the way, it's YELLOW."

If she weren't so goshdarn cute, I don't know what I'd do.



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