Let The Sunshine In

I wish that were metaphorical, ha. But alas, no, LITERAL. I've been sitting on my computer for the last hour or so, doing lots of Very Important Things (ahem, meaning I got ALL OF MY HOMEWORK DONE because I would never sit here and add some touches to my dream house on The Sims, or read other bloggers, or compare prices on mineral makeup or stare at my homework calendar and turn it backwards so it would stop yelling PROCRASTINATOR at me) while Natalie got ready for work and Emily played upstairs.

Natalie, if you recall, is one of my best friends in the Universe. She is commonly introduced as my sister, is known to Emily as "Auntie" and is Emily's godmother. She lives in a town, which is a word I use loosely for the place she lives as it isn't really a town but is more a conglomeration of condos and hot weather, about three hours away from me and she comes here on the weekends. Having her here is wonderful, because she loves Emily so much and it's really good for Emily to have some family here.

Emily has been testing limits lately, like, you know, every three year old on the planet. The Awesome Neighbors' daughter has recently begun a home decorating business, one that focuses on large, uneven circles on the lower parts of the walls as a means of opening up rooms and making them more welcoming. Emily doesn't test like that. She's a little OCD and honestly, I'm ok with that. She likes things clean, likes to clean messes, and is meticulous with making sure things are "how they should be." Emily's way of testing limits is with her mouth. She has an attitude and when I say attitude, I mean a three-word ahh- tih- TUDE. She is known to stand in front of her mirror and tell herself off as a means of practicing for telling her babies off. She throws words around just to see if she can and she shakes her hips while walking more competently than most drag queens I've known. She makes faces, rolls her eyes, throws her hands up and yells "FINE!" and is in every way a teenager. I'm pretty sure that she's sneaking out at night in clothes I don't approve of to kiss boys and eat pot brownies.

I think I'd prefer she color on the walls.

Anyway, last night The Girlfriend and I went on a date night (which is a story for later, because it was just a series of hilarious unfortunate events) and while we were gone, Emily tried out lying to Auntie Nat to see if she could. Fortunately, Auntie Nat is no idiot and called her on it immediately. I suck at conclusions. But I can't believe that Emily did that. My sweet, sweet baby is WAY to smart for her own good. And she lied just to see if she would get caught. I thought I wouldn't start dealing with this stuff until she was thirteen or so.