I'm watching Kembry playing with her talking baby.
It talks, did I mention that?
It doesn't stop talking.
Anyway, when it says, "I want to play, Mommy," Kembry says, "NO! You can't play with your friends!"
When it says, "Read me a story, Mommy," she says, "NO! I don't have time right now!"
When it says, "I'm hungry, Mommy," she says, "I just fed you!"
When it cries (I mean, wouldn't you be crying right now if you were that baby?) she says, "She always cries, that's all she does. Just go to sleep!"
Um....is this a reflection of me?
I'm feelin' pretty bad right about now.
I think I'll give her extra kisses, and cookies, and candies, and a pony. And a puppy. And she can play with her friends. And drive my car. And sit too close to the t.v. And eat cereal without milk.
(Come to think of it....I think she planned this. Yeah, yeah. See, she's a four year old evil genius...I mean, she's never even played with this baby, and she's had it for years. She's just doing it to make me feel bad, to get candy...and ponies...Yeah, that's it....)
(Oh man, now I feel bad for thinking that. I need a tag team session with Dr. Laura and Dr. Phil...throw in Dr. Oz too. Shoot, I need all the help I can get.)