How's life for ya?
I just thought I'd ask.
I've started trying something new. Something to do with the above picture; I've started making jewelry.
Okay, well, it only sort of has to do with the above picture. I would never dream of making jewelry out of these plastic beads... not that they aren't beautiful. They just belong to someone else.
Someone very short and stubby.
Someone who learned at a very young age how to
overuse the word "mine".
Which brings me to the question,
"Where did she learn to use that word?"
It's a total conundrum for me because you would think that a child who hangs out all day with her momma would catch on to words that her mother actually uses.
Do I walk around pointing at things and saying, "mine"?
Some serious self evaluation will have to take place after I finish this post.
No, I would never dream of using your beads, little girl.
You use yours.
I'll use mine.