This. Is a problem.

Every day, my daughter proves even further that she is 100% MINE. I swear, if I didn't know any better, I would think that she was the result of asexual reproduction. *chuckles*

The Sweetest. Moment. Ever. happened the other night. She was all bathed and ready for bed, and we were sitting in the armchair snuggling for a bit before I tucked her in. Suddenly and without any provocation, she snaked her arm around my neck, kissed me and said, "You're the best Mommy in the whole wide world." ::melts::

Sometimes it's all worth it. :)

Anyhow, the next morning she decided that we were having cereal for breakfast. She wanted Lucky Charms, so I poured her some. For myself I chose Apple Jacks, mostly because the box was nearly empty and I jump at any chance I get at making room in the cupboards. She has NEVER paid any attention to Apple Jacks. Ever. Until that morning...

S: "Mama, what is that in your bowl?"
M: "Apple Jacks."
S: "Oh. Are they good?"
M: "Sure. I like them."
S: "Oh. Ok. But I'll eat my Lucky Charms instead." (as she's stealing Apple Jacks out of my bowl)

Things proceed as normal. We ate our respective bowls of cereal. I did have to take her for shots, which I'm pretty sure recinded my title of Best Mommy in the Whole Wide World. Then, my Hubby came home, and I left for work. Later in the evening, Hubs calls me at work and sounds all serious.

H: "I need to ask you about something. Got a minute?" (and of course, I could tell that he's acting all serious for her sake, lol)
M: "Sure, what's up?"
H: "Sam said that YOU ate ALL the Apple Jacks, didn't save ANY for her, and...This is a problem."
M: (nearly peeing my pants, doubled over with laughter) "She did NOT say that!"
H: (laughing now) "Oh yes, she did say that! You ate all the Apple Jacks, and This. Is. A. Problem."

So, I composed myself enough to return to work and bought a new box of Apple Jacks to appease the Small Red One. She said that she'd be okay if I did that. Did she just *try* to get me in trouble, or is it just me?! LOLZ!

The next morning for breakfast? Corn Pops.

Fickle little creatures, aren't they?

This. Is a Problem. (a small glimpse into my future 10 years down the road, perhaps?)