Musings from Madison

My little girl has got quite the imagination. She's bossy like her mom, creative, and loves to sing and dance. We went for a walk tonight, and Maddie was singing, making up the song using our names and whatever else we saw along the way. When we came home she was singing "Shake your butt, shake your head, shake your arms, shake shake shake!", while doing the appropriate (or inappropriate, considering she was lifting up her nightgown to shake her groove thing!) motions. She's also named this cheap plastic doll, one of those fake-Barbie things that came in an Easter basket. She's dubbed it LaLa, out of nowhere. (No, it's not from Telletubbies, we don't watch that!) LaLa has become her companion, which means I have to constantly re-attach LaLa's various body parts since she cannot hold it together. Madison has also started calling her brother Shaney Boy, as if she were a little old grandma. Mark my words, this one is going to be a drama mama, and she's going to have all the boys wrapped around her little finger. Daddy and Shane have already fallen under her spell, so consider this fair warning. Your son could be next.