Exceptional!

I was a sweet child. No, really. I was. My parents told me that I was very quiet in my early years. Never much of a problem.

Except there was that one time when the neighbor boy came to play at our house and he and I locked ourselves in the bathroom and decided that throwing wads of toilet water soaked toilet paper onto the wall and ceiling was wicked fun. And it was. Until Mom barged in.

I always tried to make good choices and live the commandments.

Except that one time when we went to the grocery store and Mom said I couldn't have the Lifesavers. Boy did I show her. I secretly stuck them in my pocket and not-so quietly snuck them out before we had left the parking lot. Mom caught me and made me go in right then and confess to the store manager.

I was respectful of other people...never hurting them or intruding on their personal style.

Except that one time when I got out moms electric sewing scissors and decided it was time to play barber. I was good. A natural. So good that not only did the 'fore mentioned neighbor boy want me to cut his hair, my younger sister couldn't wait for her turn. As usual, Mom came in and ruined all the fun.

I always told the truth. Never made up stories to avoid punishment.

Except that one time when Mom was asking who had opened the cake mix and eaten half of it. I denied it, despite having the incriminating evidence behind my back in a big blue cup the whole time. Dang it!!

I always spoke respectfully to my elders.

Except that one time in Jr High School when my science teacher told me I was getting an "F" in her class and "You're so stupid," just flew out of my mouth. I knew I was in for it then.  In my defense, she didn't like me because I was always passing notes in her class....wait, what kind of defense it that?

I was the nicest of all my parent's children. In fact, I was a favorite amongst my siblings. They loved me.

Except that one time when I sarcastically asked my younger, adoring sister, "Who told you that blue and pink looked good together? They were so wrong."

I always went where I said I was going, never missed my curfew and always played it straight.

Except for that one time when my boyfriend and I left a party early to makeout discuss the purpose of life in a dark secluded area more quiet environment.

I just hope that my daughter turns out as good as I did.

Except not really. I hope she is better!

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