She's four years old and as petite and  cute and energetic as can be. She is also very, very funny. Here is a sampling of her quotes:

Mom, bubba speaked to me awfully wudely.

I don't give tea parties to stinky pooty boys.

A*** [named changed] twied to smooch me, but I socked 'im wight in the lip.

When her Papaw commented, "You need to put some meat on those bones, girl,"

Papaw, you know I'm not a vegable, I am a person!

We are studying the life of David in Bible class. After reading 1 Samuel 24 one day, she decided to give her dad a recap of the lesson when he came home from work:

David felt bad because he took Saul's skirt off. [You can guess we used the KJV for class! I hate to hear the version she'll tell in Sunday school class!]

She also is a little, well, how to put this? A deconstuctionist. Literally. For example, the handles on the dresser in her room, the china cabinet, and several cabinets in the kitchen have been mysteriously removed or broken. She broke the toilet seat, the door on the entertainment center cabinet, two lamps, two vases, various picture frames, several blinds, the DVD remote [that happened when she was three--somehow her six year old brother fixed it], multiple computer cds [they weren't too expensive], a tricycle, a tabletop soccer game [her brother fixed that as well], and a few videocassettes. Honestly, it sounds like she does it on purpose, but she doesn't. But she's always so well behaved at church and other places, that people never believe this story.

Somehow, this delightful and very feminine little girl [dressup and tea party and baby dolls are her favoite games] also likes getting things dirty. She enjoys going outside barefoot and pouring water on the red clay dirt to make red clay mud and then squish her toes in it. Water puddles are irresistable to her and her brother. When a friend gave her a case with child's cosmetics [something I disapproved of] she promptly began to exlore her inner artist. On the wall in her bedroom.

One hall in our house is her gallery--but totally against our wishes, of course. There's something about a white wall and a yellow magic marker, though. Thank goodness for those little Arm and Hammer stain sponges! She herself washed away most of the coloring  from the walls.

And older lady at church once told me that girls were a handful--and I thought it would be the boys. But she was right. Must be some sort of genetic Eve-thing, I guess. My Dad and other family tell, "She's just like you were."

This mommy stuff is a lot of work--repetitive and sometimes expensive work--but I wouldn't trade it for anything. One of these old days, I'm going to give her the same line about her daughter. "She's just like you were!"