It was not me who was resizing pictures last night, and have Emma start crying for her Daddy as a picture of the two of them popped up, and I surely did not start crying with her.
I surely do not think it's amazingly sad and sweet that at 19 months she obviously has the ability to truly MISS her Daddy who up until 6 weeks ago was pretty well a man on a big screen every month or so (VTC's), the telephone, and in pictures.
It was not me who whined and complained about having to get up at 5:30 to go on a FREE retreat this past weekend. I mean come on I'd surely be more grateful than that, than to whine over a free trip the post chapel (Army) was paying for. Humph, how selfish would *I* be?
It was not me who got her butt humbled during PWOC because of something I did, although I surely do not have friends who told me I had nothing to feel humbled about. (Side note, I can't no scratch that won't go into it, but I don't regret it, just more so how things were handled).
It was not me who kept dunking Emma at the pool while at our retreat. I mean how MEAN would that be? (She loved it and kept trying to get me to do it! LOL)
It was absolutely NOT my Jackson who acted terrified to go up the top of the slide (seriously high!!!), who then after discovering it was fun and not terrifying, went down at LEAST 50 times alone and have a blast.