pouty mc pouterson

yesterday before leaving, i said this to klint, "oh hey, she needs to clean her room cause its a mess. will you make sure it gets done please?" HA! silly i. i actually thought it would get done. apparently she made a promise to do it this morning. really? oh well.
so when i made her keep her promise and go in to pick up the mess that was created by the pink tornado called polly, all hell broke loose. still, i stood my ground. she promised.
after only a few brief moments, she emerged from her room, tears streaming down her sweet cheeks and exclaimed
p: MOOOOOOOM!!! I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT MY SPIRIT!!!!!!
i: whaaaaat?!
p: i dont know what to do about my spirit....
i: i dont understand.
p: well, i really want to listen to you but my spirit and soul really dont want to clean my room.

HA! this kid. she knows how to work it.
unfortunately for her, i myself am in a dont mess with me kind of mood this morning.
i had a good chuckle, took a couple photogs of her sad face and sent her on her on her way.
she is still in there. im sure she is doing everything but cleaning. 

wonder filled are the adventures of motherhood.