My cousin Andrea has two daughters, the younger of whom is a gorgeous 8 year old dynamo we refer to as SuperKate. Our clan has ample cause to suspect that when God breathed the breath of life into SuperKate, He breathed a little harder than normal.
When SuperKate flashes through a room, you get the distinct feeling that the air changed colors for a split second, or maybe it was just the lightbulbs flaring in response to some cosmic electrical surge.
SuperKate is a walking! talking! exclamation point! And everything she says is in bold italics!!!
Poor Andrea had such a calm and organized personality before motherhood. But now, as Mommy of SuperKate, she spends her days essentially trying to stay one step ahead of a Force of Nature.
Andrea: Kate, for the last time, you WILL clean up this mess, or I will clean it up and box it up!
SuperKate: Hey!!! Where is Fun Peppy Mommy?!?!
Andrea: She is somewhere having fun with obedient Kate!