I held the white and yellow stick elegantly between my fingers and gingerly placed it on my parted lips. Within moments a wave of relief swept over me even as people around eyed me with a hint of fake derision. “I’ll never smoke in my life!” had been my adamant stand. What made me change… Read More Blowing away smoke rings, symbolically
I know all the numbers Mom taught me… What is the deal about having them in a specific order every time? ~ Confession of a studious toddler
I’m a fashionista and have an image to guard.. ..so only designer haircuts for me! ~ Confession of a kid fashionista toddler
My toys get hungry or can eat or not is not an issue for me.. …when I want to feed them, I will! ~ Confession of a motherly toddler
Don’t you dare say that I look cute when I’m angry. Look at my menacing eyes. They mean business! :-/ ~ Confession of an angry toddler
I understand people have many strange names for it… ..for me it is just a convenient portable mirror to revere myself! 😉 ~ Confession of a self-loving toddler
It is your fetish to doll me up. I reserve my right to not co-operate! :-/ ~ Confession of a hassled toddler