Nevergirl's

So we finally decided to put a limit to Alex’s Internet hours. Four hours daily, tops and that limit’s staying put, no matter what she tries to bribe us with.

Last time it was growth. She promised to grow fast in exchange for a few more hours of Nick Jr.

We had to say no. Why? Well, for one, she’s in danger of becoming permanently attached to the laptop, for one. For another, it’s not like she could load up on HGH so she could send her pituitary gland on overdrive and turn 5 years older in the span of a week. Finally and most importantly, I’d really rather she doesn’t grow too fast.

If I had my way, I’ll keep her a child forever so I can watch toons with her, take afternoon naps with her, and talk nights away with her. She’s growing a personality, this child. She wants her hair short and prefers pink over black. She asks me to pick between outfits, too.

I’ll have to put my foot down, though, and insist she stop telling the baby, “Poor Charlie! Your skin is brown, like dad’s.” There’s nothing wrong with a darker skin tone whatsoever, and the sooner Alex takes my word for it (instead of the whitening-obsessed yaya’s!), the better.