It appears that 'three year old' is actually code for 'bipolar'. No worries, nothing that sharing a few scoops of ice cream can't rectify...although, I sure as hell wasn't going to be sharing the brownie chunks in said ice cream. She just got the plain old ice cream but guess what? Still worked.
Suburbian Siren, who lacks that maternal guilt when she screws her children out of the really good stuff
P.S. The blogging world seems to be verrrrrrrrry sparse as best as I can tell...if you are still blogging be sure to leave your URL so I can come waste time that I should be using to clean my house. And if you're not blogging anymore for GOD'S SAKE stop screwing around on Facebook and start writing something interesting- we're bringing blogging back, bitches!