I eat tofu and I vote.

This morning, Paint Lady walked into my bedroom. Rumor has it that she was trying to clandestinely watch me sleep. She claims she was looking for her little boy. 

We'll let you decide. ;)

So she walks in and I'm laying on my back, totally immobile, fighting back a grin while said boy, Master Awesome, is sitting on my chest, leaning over my face, and pulling on my lips and eyelids while the CUTEST baby talk is burbling from his ADORABLE mouth. And then I pounce. Suddenly, I'm in control and he's on his back squealing in laughter while I blow on his stomach. <3


Paint Lady's reaction? "Now I KNOW you're in love."

She's right. 

My weakness? Kids.

Which.. is probably why I got conned into taking Oh Smart One, Paint Lady's brilliant 4 year old daughter, to the park on my lunch break from work.

But that's okay... because she was sooo stinking cute the WHOLE time. X) She was pretty well behaved, too. =)

And she made a lot of friends(surprised? I think not), ran around, and then ten minutes before I had to go back to work, she comes over to me and says, 

"Okay, I'm done. Thank you for bringing me here, I had lots of fun. Now I'll let you buy me ice cream and take me home so that you can go back to work with the small, poor, sad kids. 'Cause they need lots of help. Mamma told me. *beam* "

Oh. My. Freaking. Goodness. I LOVE this girl.

So I bought her ice cream and took her home and went back to work with the small, poor, sad kids. 'Cause they need lots of help, and it's my job to help them.

And tonight, after I got home from treatment and posted my last, whiny blog, she says, "What is WRONG with you?! You never complain."

I told you she was brilliant.