...and I'm a recovering kleptomaniac.
Hi! My name is Lacey, and I'm trying to be a recovering kleptomaniac.
I'm sorry mommy's eye shadow brush was too hard to find...ya, right. I felt really, really terrible it took two whole days of crawling around on all fours on all floors before it was found under the linen closet door...thought I hid stuff better than that.
What, mommy? Something said under my breath...you must be imagining.
I'm sorry your art gum eraser isn't on your desk anymore. I don't remember, if I misplaced it somewhere...I think it's where I really, really want it to be.
Who, me, mommy? Cats don't talk under their breath. We're not human...thank goodness!
Poor mommy, so tired and hearing voices. I'm going to be like a shadow on the wall and a good little girl...playing soccer with those pills you left on the counter.
Love you, mommy!