If there’s one word that can sum up Olivia it’s…turd. Yes, sorry if that word doesn’t sit well with you…it’s just true. She is so cute, so mischievous, so stealth, so manipulative (with her batting brown eyes), so much a turd.
I thought she was playing outside. I thought she was coming in to go potty. I thought she was moving the chair to get a drink. I thought wrong. I thought so very, very wrong.
I love her. I adore her. I can’t believe she did it. I’m not surprised she did it. I’m just surprised she grabbed the wrong ones. I’m so glad she grabbed the wrong ones. Oh, child of mine. Oh dear child. Oh, it was funny. It was so terrifying. It was. It was, so funny and terrifying. This is the trouble with Olivia.
Oh My. I heard a car door. I saw the chair on the way out. But, I didn’t think what I found in the driver’s seat was possible. Or what was in the ignition. Praise God his angels protect…and his love keeps my head on straight. Oh, dear child. Pray my friend pray. She’s only two…