A Birthday Tribute

If ever a person was born to star in scream-filled horror flicks, it would be my lovely daughter,

Chloe Lorraine.


She was BORN screaming.

Those who have been unfortunate enough to experience "the scream" know exactly what I'm talking about. The lady's got a set of lungs like no other. Her scream has been rumored to penetrate the brick walls of neighboring homes at its highest pitch.

Not even her father's monster drum set can outdo "The Chloe Scream."

On a busy day at the park, all mothers of young children will perk up at the sound of a child screaming.

But not me. Oh no. The sound of a screaming child is not coming from my child. My Chloe's scream resembles that of the sharp whistle of a locomotive.

It's very distinct.

Sometimes people come into my home and see things like

THIS!

Which then sparks the question, "Do you have a dog?"



To which I always respond, "No. We have a Chloe."
Unlike my daughter Sylvie who is very much into shoes and fashion,


these things are of no concern to Chloe. In fact, clothing in general is of no consequence.

Now, I know that my daughter looks like she's half starved and though nobody's had the guts to ask yet, I'm sure many are wondering - does this kid ever eat?

The answer is - YES!


...as long as it involves sugar.


Especially chocolate.

Unless, of course...

...we're in the mood for a Mexican stand off.

Don't be fooled by the fact that she's a preschool drop out.

This little monkey knows what she wants.

And she knows EXACTLY how to get it.

I apologize in advance if you were hoping to set your son/nephew/brother, etc. up with her.

She's already been spoken for by this little dude.

Told ya'.

I know it's a little late, but Happy Birthday, my sweet (when she wants to be), snuggly (when she wants to be), happy-go-lucky (when the stars are aligned), thumb-sucking little lady.

Life would not be as exciting/unpredictable without you.