CONFESSIONS OF A FACEBOOK FAILURE: Year 3 Day 6

Butterfly: “What does the yellow one mean?”

Herder: “Yellow, what?

Butterfly: “Red stop. Green go.”

(Apparently growing up in a world with Text-ish as the primary language has even influenced the 3-year old, with his omission of what once seemed necessary verbs in the art of communication. Luckily, having spent years immersed in the pre-verbal world of two year olds, I am already well versed in this un-evolved vernacular, and have found it to be a smooth transition into the comprehension of the tiniest butterflies and teenagers, alike. 

Herder: Having also lost the ability to speak intelligently, I obnoxiously sing my response with the obligatory traffic light song, “Red means stop. Green means go. Yellow means WAIT, even when you’re late.”

Butterfly: “WAIT? But when you and Daddy see a yellow light you go faster? Is that because you’re always late and you don’t know how to follow the rules?”

2 years ago today, I decided to switch out my selfies for shame, in an attempt to change the face of this fiction. So in the spirit of giving, I am gifting y’all once again with a daily dose of self-esteem, in knowing that no matter how bad it gets, mine is probably way worse. I hope you enjoy diving into my daily, dirty little secrets this December.

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Now, back to today’s sinful spoils…