She scares me something fierce

Last night I was so tired I kept bumping in to walls and corners as I got ready for bed. Cassidy was all tucked in to my bed and watching her peacefully read set off a surge of impatience in me, yes I know, great maternal instincts there. She had been particularly sassy all evening and just to needle her I started to profane whenever I bumped in to something. Cass has a number of faults and vices but she is not one to use toss the F bomb around, rarely does anything stronger than a “darn” pass her cherubic pout. When she heard my dirty mouth she smirked and said, “I bet Christi Small doesn’t say the F word.” I swatted her foot and she said, ” I bet Christi Small is in her kitchen right now baking cookies and wrapping presents for her girls.” She is a true wretch, that daughter of mine.