Cute as a button and funny as hell...

I'm really not trying to turn this into a Mommy Blog, I promise, but this is getting to be too much.

This morning, Meadow told me I wasn't the boss.  I turned around and was like "Oh you better BELIEVE I'm the boss."  I was floored. LOL.  This was all because I had changed the station on the radio.  She looked right at me and said "You're not boss, Mommy."  She even pointed her finger at me.

She MUST stop feeding my own lines back to me.  She's constantly saying "Are you serious, Mommy??" She says it at the best times too...like when I tell her that she has to put her shoes away or we're in the line at the grocery store and no, she can't have that ginormous candy bar the size of her head.

I might just have to stop talking at all.  I mean, if she's just going to start using all my own lines against me, what's the point?  Why give her ammunition?

How long before I have this on my hands (if I may be so bold as to link to Dooce...whom I love).  I was reading this and cracking up laughing.  I mean really, "You made me sad, and I don't know how to go on with the rest of my life."  How do you deal with this without busting a gut laughing?

Then it hit me...my 2 1/2 year old is just as sassy and dramatic and smart...and I totally shouldn't be laughing because THIS WILL BE ME in 2 or 3 years.  Although, I must admit, I'll be a far less paid and far less read, blogging mom with a sassy ass daughter that I have to cover my face to deal with for fear that she'll see me laughing and KNOW that's not only is she cute as can be, but she's funny as hell.