I love my little girl.
She is smart, kind, sweet and loving.
She is also a lunatic.
This one I get.
He’s bright, he’s analytical, he likes Scrabble and he adores Rick Mercer.
But this one?
I look at her sometimes and wonder, “Where did you come from?”
Who are you? What ancestral spirit resides within you?
Are you my irrepressible grandfather who painted a sparrow yellow to convince someone it was a canary?
Are you Gord’s rebellious great-grandmother who took her dead husband’s wooden leg and stuffed it in the trash can?
Are you an unspeakable by-product of the Montessori school system?
Was it the champagne I sipped three days before you were born?
*gasp* Are you even mine?
Nicholas told me the other day we were lucky to have her.
Because she makes us laugh.
I think I’ll try to remember that one, even after the DNA tests prove I’m not her bio-mother.
Just because she makes me laugh.
Yep she has some spunk all right!!!! She is way too cute and her cousins miss her like crazy!!!
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