Conversations with Paige

For those of you that dont know her, this is Paige. She is 5 now, and pretty much runs his house. She talks ALOT. I mean ALOT. Which is just fine with me, considering 5 years ago this was Paige.

Born at 32 weeks, with IUGR. She was a whopping 2 lbs 6 oz, and 15 in long. She was completely blue and listless, and scored a 1 on her Apgar.

So tonight I am cleaning the kitchen and she is in there yapping away She finds a tongue depressor (I still have no idea where she found that) and starts asking a million questions about why the Dr does this to you... She then jabs it down her throat making herself gag. Then cracks up. She is crazy LOL. Then she suddenly stops that conversation to move onto asking if she can help me wipe of the counters. I hand her a rag and let her wipe off the stove. I walk out of the room to check on another child and come down the hall to hear her in the most irritated voice ever " I AM TIRED OF CLEANING UP AFTER WHAT OTHER PEOPLE COOK" I hide behind the corner and try not to laugh. I would like to think she didn't hear that from me, but she probably has :( So while I compose myself and come back to help her finish her "job". She continues on about how other people should clean up after themselves so she doesn't have to wipe up their mess. LOL So I remind her she asked to help. So then she tells me "Well then they should clean up so YOU don't have to clean up their mess." Oh Paigey I can only dream LOL