Taylor has two moms.
There is me, the mean mom she lives with.
And then there is:
The Pink Mom.
The Pink Mom is a wonderful person.
She lets Taylor do whatever she wants all the time.
I can’t compete.
I even tried to use the Pink Mom to my advantage…
But it didn’t work.
Now I have psychological fights with a three year old who makes up the rules as she goes.
I only win because I’m bigger.
Of course then I have to hear about how NICE the second mom is.
She even tells her friends and neighbors about her pink mom.
I gave up on this whole pink mom thing a long time ago.
I mean, seriously, how am I supposed to compete?
Besides, if she can use her imagination this well, I don’t think there will ever be a problem that she can’t solve.