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What ya think about this?

Okay, read this article and then come back to me.

Finished? Good.

This article was shocking to me. I mean, I already knew Alice and Rebecca Walker had some issues between them but still I was shocked. I love Alice Walker and I'm so serious. I'm not the most well read person but she is one of my favorite authors. I have three of her books sitting in my bookcase right now: The Color Purple (of course), The Temple of my Familiar, and Possessing the Secret of Joy.

Anyway, this article made me lose a bit of respect for her. Of course, I know I only have half of the story but I would hope her daughter wouldn't maliciously write an article full of lies.

I'll be the first to admit that children require a lot out of you. But, I'll also be the first to admit that I wouldn't trade the privilege of being a mom for anything in the world...ANYTHING. But, they don't enslave me. They don't make me less than a woman. They are not a burden.

More importantly, what do you think…

I have to admit...

my baby girl is a little special.

The fact that she painted clear nail polish on her eyelid in an attempt to put on makeup (almost blinding herself) didn't convince me.

Neither did the fact that instead of telling her brother to get off her, she prefers to cry until I come to tell him to get off her.

Neither did a million other things.

But, today, she did the nastiest junk ever. While we were in The Great Indoors, I turned around and noticed something was in her mouth. I asked what it was and made her open it. Are you ready for the answer???

Are you really ready???

It was gum that she got from the cart she and Brayden were riding in.

I almost threw up on the spot. It took every fiber of my being to try to keep my composure while my lunch was slowly rising in my throat.

Is that not the NASTIEST mess ever? Ugh!

You know how BABIES like to put everything in their mouths. Um, she has yet to pass that stage of life for some reason. Then, she had the nerve to get mad with me for taking it out. S…