Imma put the KAY-LEE in this shit.

I feel a great amount of pressure to be witty and have something important to write about in this blog because let's be honest, no one wants to be the boring one of the three. The one that people just skim over and say 'yeah that girl,  all she writes about boys and love and mushy stuff'. Well see here my fair weathered friends, I will talk about boys and love and mushy stuff and I know that at least Molly Streicher will read it. Of course, I will write about other things but really nothing of substance. Since my life is obviously a philosophical rollercoaster, I will not be touching on any of that shiiit. Anyways enough about me, lets get to it!

First topic: Look over there! It's a six year old without a soul!

This is really all that is going on in my life recently: feeding, bathing, dressing and playing with a six year old little girl. Don't get me wrong, she's cute, funny and let's me dress her like my own personal doll every morning, but there's something strange about this situation. Her last nanny was an old bag that didn't do anything but feed and dress her, which after awhile I feel like she started to create this prejudice against nannys across the world. Well, then nanny Kaley came in and meant business. I don't know if anyone ever really plays with this kid or what but by the third week she was calling me 'momma'. This is where it get's a little too much.

I'm thinking that when that first 'momma' was blurted out at the check-out line in Sendiks was when it happened. And by 'it', I mean the odd bond that was formed between nanny and child. I didn't appreciate her calling me 'momma' because by no means do I want a child, or a six year old for that matter, but I felt like she saw me as that mother figure in her life and for that I felt closer to her and awkward all at the same time. From that day on she called me 'momma' at least once everyday. The day it became too much was when she said it in front of her actual mother. Talk about awkward. But she kept on and even though I scold her every time she calls me 'momma', she still does it and giggles. This is where she goes soul-less.

"Miss Kaley, when you leave, I don't think I'm going to miss you" -- Stab to the heart.

KnockOut.