Conversation with the Ladybug and Pup…

Ladybug: I’m the a Rabbit!
Pup: No, I Am the year of the Rabbit!
Me: hang on *Consults google* Pup is right, she’s a rabbit, eeeeew, Ladybug, you’re a SNAKE!
Ladybug: YAY!

Further discussion of the time of birth, and then the day.

Ladybug: do ya know what day I was born?
Me: Yes – THE WRONG DAY!
Ladybug: *giggling*
Me: What day was you supposed to be born on?!
Ladybug: the 17th!
Me: And what day did you appear?
Ladybug: THE 18TH!
Me: Your SO GROUNDED!
Ladybug: Wanna know why?
Me: Why you were born a day late? Sure!
Ladybug: It’s because I’m a SNAKE!
Me: Exactly.

For those not in the know – my birthday was the 17th, and she was supposed to be born on my birthday, but held off till the day after, which is the same thing I did to my Gramma Abbot. It’s now a family tradition, I suppose. Hahah! Oh, and the above exchange is even funnier because they all know of my horrific phobia of reptiles. So. Yeah. The brat is SO GROUNDED! She thinks she’ll be saved by being cute. HA!

Yeah, so she’s right. Whatever. Some people’s kids….