little bitty girl

Last night, I was lying in bed at night with Mindy and having one of our "chase my hand under the duvet" games. She was like a lion after it's prey and all Stefan could hear was random bouts of giggling. He popped his head in to see what we were up to and we both looked at him with,"What? We're not doing anything!" looks and he just said,"You're such a little girl", shook his head and went back out.

Later on at night, we were having one of our random night conversations about having children -

K: I really am still a little girl. I can't be anyone else's mummy.
S: I know. I would have to do everything.
K: But if we were to have daughters, wouldn't you want them to be like me? I'm fun.
S: Hmm....I would like them to be a little less mischievous...
K: What do you mean? I'm not mischievous.

But it's true. I really am. I love playing pranks, especially on my parents. I often convince my brothers to moon them simultaneously, I ask them really random embarassing questions about their sex lives even though half the time, they have no idea what I am saying, I'll release one of those long balloons, let it go and yell,"flying snake!" and my mama will move faster than a speeding bullet to the nearest chair and scream her head off. I don't know why she hasn't gotten used to that trick yet since I have only been playing it on her since I was five. I keep telling Mama and Papa Kang that my antics keep them young - I excercise their bodies and their brains.

My parents always say that one day karma is going to get me back. And they can't wait to get the box seat tickets when my children turn out to be ten times more mischievous than I ever was to them. And really, (among other reasons such as being a newlywed) that's the reason why I won't even contemplate having children right now. Because I think, today I am going to change. I am going to grow up and maybe my grown-upness will help stem the possibility of naughty progeny.

This morning, in an attempt to wake Stefan up (I am always up early on weekends, then I get bored and need my partner in crime to be awake too) I went to cuddle him. "Please don't rub my belly, sweetie. I'll need to get up and pee," a muffled plea came from under the duvet. I snuggled closer and rubbed his belly extra hard. He woke up and pointed at me and mumbled,"See? That's what I mean. Mischievous."

I guess I'll leave the growing up thing for another day. And my plan didn't work as Stef is back in bed.