Firsts

Thu, 05/08/2014 - 14:49 -- eklapps

My first steps

My first words

were my mom favorite moments

she lit up like the crystals on the New Years Eve ball in

Times Square

For the next fifteen years I was told to sit down and shut up

When you're three, it's ok to swear becuase you're really impressionable

 and let's face it, it's adorable when a three year old says

"shit"

But don't you dare say it when you're twelve, or you might get

grounded

Fine, throw your food, you're only four

you're cute and you don't like green beans

How dare you throw your food! You are a teenager!

What mom?

You laughed when I did it twelve years ago...

am i no cute enough to pull it off anymore?

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