I was at a local indoor play area the other day and Little S started running laps around the place screaming at the top of her lungs.
Not bad screaming.
(Well, I guess "bad" is relative to who is listening, but you parents out there know what I mean)
Just screaming in that whole Agnes-from-Despicable-Me-"I'm so happpyyy!!!" kind-of-way.
Don't know what I'm talking about? Here you go.
I was kind of following her around to keep her from terrorizing any of the other kids (yes, that's a fun thing these days) when I noticed people (see: parents/grandparents/caretakers) were looking at us...and not in a "ohhh that kid is so happy and cute running around this playground" kind of way. Then it hit me.
I have that kid.
And to be honest, she's been that kid since she was born.
But it's cool. And to be completely honest I don't know any different.
I mean, she came into this world in about 2 seconds and was ready to tell everyone what she thought about them. Why would it be any different now?
I love it though. I love the spunk. I love the passion. I love the opinions.
What's funny is I see myself in that. Which made me realize another thing...
My mom had that kid too ;)
Labels: littles, mom-life, tiny humans