Ah, summer vacation. Day 2.5. Dear God, please make September come fast. Miss G is my 10 year old. Miss G likes to show off her newly mastered occupational therapy skill called, "Look at me, I'm Freddy Kruegger!"
Miss G. snuck quietly up to my room and opened a drawer. There she found scissors. And a couple of bras. The PECS (those are the little picture cards used by kids with autism for communication) were on my bureau, along with a case of lovely business cards my sister Shelly had sent me.
Miss G. also went into my bathroom, where she found a lip gloss. Miss G. cut my bra strap right off the bra. She did not cut the cups. The cups are laden with cushy padding designed to transform me from a Q-tip to a fully formed adult female. The illusion lasts until I am naked. At that point, my husband doesn't care. Thank God for leg men. She couldn't slog her way through the cup I guess. She cut a bra, several laminated PECS icons, a small foam paint brush I use for my custom painted hand bag business, business cards and a letter from my older daughter Mia's school. She then tried to glue a collage using lip gloss.
Miss G. I salute your talent. Your perseverance in pursuit of your art. You just can not get pissed off at Miss G. She is too damn funny. Making too much progress. So, can you guess which child is Miss G. in the photo?