There was a little girl...

At the end of this very exhausting day, which included trying to manage 3 hours of afternoon church (1:30-4:30 pm), with sacrament meeting last, and doing so on my own with the 2 kids, I would like to take a moment to dedicate this nursery rhyme to Ainsleigh:

There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.

Lots of times she is the third line, but recently (and certainly today) it seems we are stuck in the fourth line. A few weeks ago I asked Austin why she was doing something that made my blood boil, and he said "because she's three." My response: "I don't like three."