The one where I talk about how I have that kid

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.
You're welcome.

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  ;)


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