Miss would prefer that you not take her picture right now, thank you very much. She’d also prefer that you stick your camera in an uncomfortable place.
Have something you want to say to this one, or some parental directive you need for her to obey? Well, consider this photo a visual representation of her compliance with such things … and be thankful that she does not yet know how to flip you the bird, because that would no doubt be her go-to gesture if she knew of its existence.
She turned five a week ago today, and I plan to soon write her annual birthday letter, but most of my blogging endeavors (and sleeping endeavors and eating endeavors and everything-else endeavors) have been sidelined by the house-selling and house-buying madness of the past few weeks.
As the 900-or-so bots following me on Twitter already know, we recently accepted an offer on our house here in the Boston area, and spent this past Friday and Saturday searching for a house in the Philadelphia area — and, on Sunday (the Lord’s day, no less), the sellers of the house we decided we wanted accepted our massively low-ball offer, for which we thank and praise sweet baby Jeebus.
And, lest you doubt the degree to which He played a role in our acquisition of said house, I present to you a sample of the sellers’ preferred bathroom-reading material:
It’s a pretty safe bet that they definitely wouldn’t approve of the hedonistic shit that is about to go down in their soon-to-be-former home.