Miss Know It All

So for the past two weeks our cousin (Mom of the year) has asked us to take her little girl (Miss Know It All) to dance on Tuesday nights. It is by far one of my greatest joys not only because I love her as my own but because I know that before the night is over she has me bending over backwards for her and she will say something that will blow my mind.

For example last Tuesday we took her to dance and it went down as follows:

I went to pick her up at her house she was already decked out in her leotard, pony tails in place along with her tap shoes. She gets in the car and starts telling me the books of the bible. I just look at her through the rear view mirror thinking....if she misses one or gets one wrong how could I correct her. I mean this 3 year old knows all the books of the bible and I can't get past the first 4 in the New Testament. So we proceed less than a mile down the road to my house.

When we get inside I had definitely already forgotten about the tap shoes....until....I walk into the other room and I hear her in there tapping away on my brand new, very expensive, very dark hardwood floors. Yep....definitely left little scuff marks I had to hurry and change her into her ballet shoes before Tim the Tool Man Taylor catches both of us. Not only does he fuss at me for wearing my heels on these beautiful floors but the floors are a little touchy subject because he physically gets on his hands and knees and cleans them with Windex.....YES that is right ladies...to all of you wives out there....my husband, cleans on his hands and knees, my hardwood floors. I mean could I ask for anything more? They are so sparkly.

Back on subject... before we leave the house toward dance I take Miss Know It All to the bathroom one last time. I don't get to watch her during her classes so I thought Tim the Tool Man Taylor and I could quickly run to the grocery store. I mentioned this to her mother and she said it is okay as long as she doesn't need to go to the bathroom. So I take her literally right before we walk out the door where she sees my makeup bag and has to add a little powder to her cheeks and a little lip gloss (How could I tell her no?). Her class is only 50 minutes how many more times would she have to use it before I can get back.

Finally, as we are in the car on the way to dance....we hear the little GPS Miss Know It All in the back yell at us because we are not going down the same road as her Mommy takes her. Really, does she already know her way around this town? It is amazing. After 5 minutes....she really throws us for a loop to where we almost swerved off the road from so much laughter. She looks at Tim the Tool Man Taylor in the rear view mirror and in her sweet 3 year old little voice she says "so when are you going to put a TV in this car so I can watch it. I want one for me and one for my [brother]." Seriously did she just say that....can I say spoiled and a girl that knows what she wants!

In the car ride I repeatedly ask her if she still needs to use the bathroom and she replies with "no." Until we walk into the door of dance (there are about a hundred young girls running around....it is such a good birth control for me) she says she has to use the bathroom. Of course it is a number 2...I just look at her and say "thanks for saving that one for me." And she kisses me as I drop her off and she tells me "you are my favorite"....I just melt.