She is in a stage where she really thinks she can have anything she wants.
so, she's going to be one of my students, then?
CJ has been on a yogurt kick lately. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack, dessert...he goes through it at an insane pace.
isn't that how Micheal Weston started out? :)
I also had the Preschooler of Doom this weekend. My god, the energy in that boy. I got him to sleep and went to bed cursing his name (how many times can a 3 year old say "I'm hungry" at bedtime? Several hundred.) Then at 3am he appeared in the living room, with his flashlight, crying, having wet the bed, gotten up ("and turned on the light because I was little bit scared") and peed on the floor some more, and after calling and calling and getting no response (we had a loud fan on), set off with his flashlight in search of parental help. I was totally slain with the cute.
There are a lot of days I live off the land at work.
JZ does this as there are a fair number of meetings where they order food and often have leftovers.
When I worked in law firms there was a whole network of office vultures who were alerted when extra food was left over after a meeting and people would come swooping in to nab sandwiches. They always ordered too much food, though I'd say it was an even split between clueless people who felt food was necessary when it wasn't, and thoughtful managers who didn't mind sharing the wealth by over ordering a bit.
Well, who doesn't sometimes like to hear people say Ouch? I admire her id.
Oh God, that is standard practice at my office. So many days where I have leftovers for lunch. Sooooo many. It's great.
In interesting local news.
This is my favorite part of the story:
police say they found more weapons in her arsenal, including a slingshot and a bucket of rocks.
A. Bucket. Of. Rocks.
It could really only be better if she had been wearing a "Throw rocks at boys" shirt in her mug shot.
A. Bucket. Of. Rocks.
I'm gonna pretend they were very nice rocks. Like, sparkly and/or sharp-edged.