I was going through some photos today that my sister sent of my niece, Natalie, who is fondly referred to as "Nini" by those who adore her. Myself included. I wish she lived here so I could squeeze the stuffing out of her, and then when she cried I could hand her back to Audrey.
Nini is absolutely the most precious and well-behaved sweetheart on the planet - but do keep in mind that I live 12 hours away from her, and her mother would beg to differ. Shame on you, Audrey! How can you even SUGGEST that a child with such an angelic face could be anything other than perfectly innocent?
Okay, so she sneaks off with your cell phone and makes calls to Indonesia. And so what if she knocks over your glass of iced tea and peeks out from behind the bed, hoping you don't see her, but laughing when you do? And it's YOUR fault that she can't go into a department store without making a bee-line to the clothing rounders - AND while rifling through all the clothes she announces that everything she sees is "Oh, cuuuute! Oh, cuuuuute!" And do NOT say I didn't warn you when she refuses to carry anything but expensive handbags when she's a 'tween.
She is the Lord's gift to you, and she knows it.