Sometimes, my daughter is a sweet little angel.
But most of the time lately, she is not.
Yep, Lola branded me with that giant scar under my nose and above my lip. You know, in case the other babies tried to come crawling around for affection. It's a message, and a strong one.
The girl has learned that her fingernails hold great power and refuses to let me clip them. I have scratches on my chest, my back and my arms.
She also finds it extremely therapeutic to grab my nose, cheeks and eyeballs and twist until I scream out in pain. I scream, she giggles.
Maybe I let her watch too many Sayid scenes during our Lost marathons.
Should I be concerned?
All I know is I'm sleeping with one eye open from this point forward. Heaven help me when the kid starts to walk.