Two pages out of Raeven’s kindergarten memory book:
“I want 100 toys.”
“I want 100 boys.”
“I want 100 Barbies.”
“I don’t want 100 moms or crazy dads.”
“Raeven is worried
(picture of something resembling a green sand-person in the middle of swampy muddy crayon scribbles underneath).”
“Sometimes, I get worried when Mommy scolds me.”
I’m not sure what concerns me more; the damage I’ve irreparably done with my (occasional) screaming or the fact that she wants 100 boys.
There she is, my six-year old going on sixteen. Congratulations, baby doll!
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she’s such a doll indeed! 100 boys…no sweat!kakaka…..”sap sap sui” for a pretty girl like her!
Hahaha… Lokes better start shopping for some locks when she comes to age when tonnes of boys will be swarming around her! Hahaha…
THe 100 boys was really shocking since she doesn’t really like boys except for Hayden, her best friend who’s going to another school this coming Fall. I think she’s very afraid of losing him, hence the 100 boys.
Yesterday, we went to the park and as she was getting out of the car, she told me, “I hope there are some females.”
It is most interesting being a mom of a six-year old.
I need some guns!!
Did you notice the boy in the background having his eyes covered? The picture was totally cute without that element but that just kind of made it!
Rae can have 1000 boys if she wanted to, I’m not surprised
Pelf, god no please. Not yet