A highly insulted four year old...

Tori's teacher tells me today that she was yelling at one of her friends this morning.  Turns out, Tori took offense to the fact that the little boy called her a -- wait for it -- 'poo-poo diaper head'.  Folks, you cannot make this stuf up.  *sigh*  So, we had a talk about what would've been a better way to deal with the situation, and we've agreed that the next time someone calls her a poo-poo diaper head, she's just going to ignore him.  And if that doesn't work, she'll quietly tell the teacher.

Of course, I also told Tori that if poo-poo diaper head was the worst thing she ever got called in life, she'd be doing pretty good.  Oh, to be a preschooler!

Coffee is my friend

Ask any parent who must get up at the crack of too flippin' early, and they'll tell you:  Coffee is good.  Very, very good.  Tori is only four, and even she knows that coffee is good.  On mornings when we're running late, and I don't have time to make coffee, she can tell that I'm not as awake as usual.  Just this morning, in fact, she looked at me and said, "Mama, you really shoulda drinked some coffee.  That way, you wouldn't be all tired and stuff."  I kid you not.  Did I mention the little rugrat's way too observant?

At any rate, I'm always searching for new and yummy ways to partake of my morning coffee.  In my quest for yummy goodness, I have discovered a gem.  Coffee with butterscotch syrup and whipped cream.  Or, for those of you who, like me, drink coffee in the evenings, too (or don't mind drinking alcohol at six in the morning) Butterscotch Schnapps is really good in coffee, too.

Oops.  Gotta go.  I'm out of coffee.  Time to put on a fresh pot.  Peace out!