So I had planned to write about how we’ve finally sold our house and how hard it was to say good bye and all the good memories like bringing babies home from the hospital. But then Wendi went and posted this, and it’s pretty much perfect.
And now for something completely different.
Remember the video of the honey badger making the rounds a few months ago? The one with the funny narration about how bad-ass the honey badger is? We’ve to taken to calling Elizabeth the honey badger, because she “just don’t give a sh*t.”
She is fearless and stubborn and determined and sometimes just plain mean. She doesn’t care that Campbell outweighs her by at least 20 pounds. If he has something she wants, she will.take.him.down.
Elizabeth has absolutely no fear of me and the consequences I offer. I’ll tell her not to do something, like throw a toy at my head, and she’ll immediately do it. I’ll put her in time out, only to have to sit on her as she kicks and flails and screams.
Friends and family who have not experienced Elizabeth in honey badger mode don’t believe me. Teachers and other parents at preschool don’t believe me. And why should they? I mean look at her . . .
How can someone who looks so cute – she was very proud of picking her own outfit – be such a monster?
Approach at your own risk. She might just rip your arm off. Honey badger don’t give a sh*t.
3 comments:
Are those two different socks? Honey Badger don't give a shit if she match.
Thanks for the link!
I love that honey badger video - I agree that it can apply to some special children, too.
Oh, yeah, my house is FULL of honey badgers....
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