A Glimpse Into Her Life

Just for fun, let's say that YOU are Kiki. Here is how your week will go:

Your mom will say, "Kiki, I love you." You will reply, "Can we call Grandpa Jack?"
We will. He will take us to get hamburgers and see the leaves.

You will eat your dinner like a dog, both in style (all fours, on the ground) and content (meat and water).

You will take pictures like this:
and this:

and then say, "That was a good one!"

Your big sister will give you a "new" outfit and you will say, "I look so stinking cute!"

You will insist on bringing your dinosaur to Mi Ranchito even though he was bad and has to go to time out.

You will pick a zucchini from the garden and decide it is your baby. You will insist that your zucchini needs a sock. Endless jokes will be made by your parents.

Your inexplicable underwear habits will force your mother to say things like, "Where in the hell did the panties in the kitchen come from?"

You will go for a playdate at your friend Riley's house. When your mother picks you up you will say, "I told you not to come until it was dark."

You will delight in bubble wrap and jump on it and make fart jokes.

When your mother tries to scold you for something, you will say, "You can't fire me. I QUIT."

You will sleep through Sacrament and most of nursery yet insist to your father that you only slept for "10 seconds."

Of your 90 waking hours, you will sing for 82.

And when you get tired, you will crash mid-cracker in the hammock.