Eight Things About Being Eight:
1. You never ever have to stop talking, for any reason. Not even when you have no idea what you're talking about. Also, you're welcome to engage in a little free association, or randomly insert words you've just heard into your stream of consciousness. (No lie, this boy was talking talking talking and heard me say "biscotti" which he then inserted into his never-ending speech without bothering to check if it even made sense.)
2. You DO know everything. Also, you're awesome. You spend lots of your time pointing this out to the rest of us lame-os.
3. You want to be older. So you wear your two-strap backpack with only one strap, across your chest, hanging ridiculously close to the ground. This makes it nearly impossible to walk, but you don't care.
4. You feel entitled to bitch about chores you don't want to do. So far you haven't figured out that this only makes YOU miserable, as the rest of us just ignore you when you're bitching anyway.
5. You mercilessly mock things you think are stupid. Like Justin Beiber and Dora. It actually takes more effort to stand around and mock these things than it does to just go find something else to do, but you think it's time well spent.
6. You love school, but keep trying to find homework loopholes. Your teacher expects you to read every day for 20 minutes, so last week you brought me a picture book and said, "I'll just read this twice." Nice try, kid.
7. You are, like, so over your little brothers. GOD.
8. You are the most frustrating person I've ever met. (But I DO love you. Motherhood is such a mixed bag that way.)
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