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The youngest of my three children was my little dare devil with her cute blond curls. She has always been the dare devil one. No matter how dangerous it may be she was always the first to try.  She felt she had to prove herself to her two older brothers. Which made me a nervous wreck.  My little dare devil being a big girl (so she thought) saw my glass of tea sitting on top of the counter in the kitchen. She decided she wanted some. She dragged her high chair over to ...

Trisha with her cute blond curls. She has always been the dare devil one. No matter how dangerous it may be she was always the first to try. Trisha being a big girl (so she thought) saw my glass of tea sitting on top of the counter in the kitchen. She decided she wanted some. She dragged her high chair over to the counter. Then she began to climb. The high chair was not quite close enough to my drink. As she reached out to get the glass, her arms were not long enough to grab it, she knocked&...

Trisha with her cute blond curls. She has always been the dare devil one. Trisha being a big girl (so she thought) saw my glass of tea sitting on top of the counter in the kitchen. She decided she wanted some. She dragged her high chair over to the counter. Then she began to climb. The high chair was not quiet close enough to my drink. As she reached out to get the glass, her arms not long enough to grab it. She knocked the glass over. It crashed to the floor and broke. As the glass fell, th...

Trisha Trisha a very smart 3 year old. With her cute blond curls. She has always been the dare devil one. Trisha being a big girl (so she thought) saw my glass of tea sitting on top of the counter in the kitchen. She decided she wanted some. She dragged her high chair over to the counter. Then she began to climb. The high chair was not quiet close enough to the glass of tea. As she reached out to get the tea, her arms not long enough to grab it. She knocked the glass over. It crashed to the f...

I must say my younger brother, CJ, listened very well to my parents. My Mom was in the kitchen cooking lunch one Sunday afternoon when my younger brother was only 2 years old. He kept getting underfoot as my mom would say. She told him to go out side with his daddy. Well needless to say he went. Dad was working under the old car (that was always breaking down). He said to my little brother "Go in the house with your Momma, I'm busy and can't watch you." So he did as he was told Momma said " ...