There was a little girl...

There was a little girl who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead;

When she was good, she was very, very good,

And when she was bad she was horrid.

This is my Taylor. To a T!

She decided it would be fun to dig in grandma's plants tonight.

There was about a foot and half square of dirt on grandma's nice clean, white carpet.

There was a layer of dirt smeared into the little kids couch.

I popped her leg (not hard) and put her in time out - until I had cleaned up the mess.

Afterwards, while explaining to her that she can't do that... she's done it before and knows better... she told me she was sorry.

All was immediately forgiven. You can't be mad at that face.

When Chris was backing me up - reiterating that it was bad - she just shrugged her shoulders like "what do you want me to do about it? It's too late now."

We both had to turn away before we laughed out loud.