Sorry, future adolescent Indy. I couldn't resist.
At least I didn't title this post 'Indy the Tutt'.
Or maybe Jabba the Tutt woulda been funnier. I don't know.
Could you resist Indy? I can't. The other day, Noah sent Indy to ask me to cut his hair. I hate cutting his hair. But Indy barreled down the hallway. "Mom. Cut. Daddy. Now. Cut now." She commanded. She is so darn sure of herself.
No fair sending Indy, I told husband. You know I cannot resist her.
And I didn't.(I'm kind of afraid of what might happen if I did. Indy would not let me forget).
Indy is awesome, in the truest sense of the world. Wondrous and fear inspiring. Around here, we call her 'wild' and 'terrible'. A great and terrible beauty? That is Indy. Beautiful. Fearsome. Fierce. Glorious. Impossible to resist.
Very much like brownies, now that I think of it.
Lol, Indy has always been "wild eyed". She cracks me up...
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to believe so much personality is packed into little Indy.