This morning I woke up in the same way as I always had in the past days: getting stompped! Now this is one problem when living with a 7 years old child who think that trampling on human being is an every morning ritual. In my case, I was lucky enough that she didn't wear her roller-shoe. Not because she didn't mean to, but because I manage to hide them. I won't be surprised if she then become an aggressive oppressor in the future, but lets just hope not.
Mira, the name of my in-laws niece, had thoughts way ahead girls on her age. One day I cought her drawing on her picture book.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"Drawing?"
"No, I'm cooking these crayons. Of course I'm drawing!"
"Oh," disturbed by her straight answer, I tried a different approach, "is it a mushroom you're drawing?"
"No, a penis."
"Ah."
I wonder what they tought at school these days.
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UPDATE
I'm afraid she's a flashy as well, since she likes running around naked. It won't be long to find her fooling around with guys with a pair of candles and leather suits. Now that would be horrible.
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