She looks absolutely thrilled doesn’t she?
I had just informed Reese that she could not bring her Hello Kitty cotton candy scented liquid hand soap to the park with us. She adores washing her hands during every waking moment.
I also told her that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny do not exist, and that we purchased her from a crazy Gypsy woman for $4.00 and a McDonald’s Filet-O-Fish just outside of Golden Gate Park. I further explained that when she grows up exotic dancing is out of the question and that she just might have to wipe my ass when I’m a bedridden old lady.
Her reply?
“Fine, fine woman, quit your yapping. Can we PLEASE go to the park now? I have a super fun twisty slide waiting with my name on it.”
She’s a tough one.
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Is she becoming obsessive compulsive with hand washing? Sounds like somebody I know (me= hehehe).
Definitely a tough one after all the revelations you told her. LOL!
Yes Shey, I think she's starting to take after her nutty father with the hand washing…
Although it could also be the cotton candy scent of the soap.
Poor tragic child. Sniff, sniff. Considering your other stories about the park, Hello Kitty hand soap may not be a bad idea.