I’m Still Your Little Girl
I still spill, cry & chug bottles.
I know sometimes it’s hard to believe I’m a full-grown, thirtysomething, human adult woman, but trust me, mom and dad, I’m still your little girl!
Remember that sweet angel who always dripped and drooled and spilled on all her outfits? I’m still that precious mess.
Your doting darling who used to cry spontaneously from the stress of just existing? Oh, my god, I’m crying right now!
The tiny princess who passed out hard after an entire bottle? Still me!
Nights I only had liquids for dinner? Guilty right this second.
The times I’d chase a juice with another juice? Don’t worry, I am still thirsty as hell!
And I obviously don’t remember my first three birthday parties, but guess what? I can’t even remember my last three. Classic me.
We can’t forget the countless stuffed animals I owned, either. I’ve acquired a few more, in fact. But technically they’re called “orthopedic pillows.”
Losing toys? Accidentally dropping toys in the toilet? Cracking the screens of toys? Definitely still on that journey.
Remember how your baby girl was such a good eater? With the chubby thighs to prove it? 100% still that bitch.
