Baked Tortilla Chips

Without getting into the gory details, I'll just say that this afternoon Cici had a total meltdown which began with me allowing the girls to have a handful of baked tortilla chips as a snack. What seemed to be a very minor spat between the girls quickly escalated into a full-blown freakout for Daughter #1 and resulted in her accusing me and the rest of the world - through sobs - of loving Ruby more than her. Luckily for the rest of the world, I was there to bear the brunt of it and talk her off the ledge. Ultimately she was able to calm down, return to her pleasant self, and enjoy a family dinner, but not before uttering some seriously memorable phrases which I will now share with the rest of you, such as:

"Fine! She can have all the chips and all the luxury!"

AND

"Ruby always gets all the luxury!"

AND

"They didn’t make any suggestments, and if nobody makes a suggestment…"

AND, perhaps seeing the horrified look on my face during this exchange:

"I don’t know what I’m saying right now!" before throwing herself dramatically down onto her bed. Wowzers.

I feel as though I caught a glimpse into the future today, a future where she's 14 and tells me she hates me because I won't buy her an over-priced, over-sexed outfit at Abercrombie & Fitch. And all I could think was, we're going to need more gin.