I have been known to refer to my daughter as a troublemaker. After Chipmunk was born he became the new troublemaker. Every now and again I'll actually call him by the name "Troublemaker." Today, after I spent a couple hours at a birthday party running after his wiggly little self, I was pooped. Matt asked me how the party was and I told "It was fun, but boy is your son a little troublemaker." Bear overheard and promptly said:
"Baby not a troublemaker. I da troublemaker! Baby is Grumpy-maker!"
Grumpy-maker, huh? Actually, it's kind of fitting.
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hey! There's a "little miss troublemaker" shirt i bought for asdison at Target...hm. it was about 9 months ago. I should've picked one up for Carissa...
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