I'm a horrible mother...

In case you're wondering, I'm on the right, Le Petite Monstre, on the left.

Now, if I were a normal parent... oh Gods, how many times have I uttered that phrase?

You see, my only excuse is that I'm still a kid myself. Yeah, I'm almost 30, but I got pregnant at 16 and maybe that stunted my growth a little bit. I dunno.

The fact is, if I were a normal parent, I would have grabbed my daughter's hand and kept walking when we saw the street sign, uprooted by the recent construction, on our nightly walk around the neigborhood.

If I were a normal parent I would have acted apalled when she suggested we take it home with us.

If I were a normal parent, I may have even scolded her for suggesting such a thing.

But, I'm not normal, and fortunately or unfortunately, it has been passed down to my daughter.

We walked, we saw, we stole, we ran through the neigborhood giggling like theives (Oh...wait...) .

In reality my ONLY regret is that someone had already stolen the cross street part of the sign, leaving us only Oak. Damn it!

It was too good to pass up, come on!

How's that for mother - daughter bonding?

I'm going to hell, aren't I?