Love Justin Bieber, or else.

So today, Gloria and I were talking about going broke. Gia chimed in with, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay here."

Then later, Gia was asking Gloria if she loved Justin Bieber. Gloria said that she didn't like him, but it was okay if they liked different things. Turns out Gloria isn't as big a fan of Taylor Swift either. Gia then said, "Mom, say that you love Justin Bierber."

Gloria: "No, I don't really like him."

Gia: "Then I'm not gonna be your daughter."

Ouch

Monkey Bizness? More like Monkey Bruises.

We went to Monkey Bizness today. We were there for about 20 minutes before I went down this:

and then had to go get this:

I swore in front of children, then ran all the way across the gym to lay on the floor between the drinking fountain and trash cans because I thought I was going to vomit. Turns out nothing is broken (I did hear/feel a sickening "pop" though), and it is only sprained. I guess I get to wear this for 7-10 days.

Kirsten and Maddy were there as well, but no one saw anything except me laying on the floor.

What about Gia? Well, she enjoyed watching the X-ray technician take pictures of Daddy's bones. When I was looking for the correct picture to post on here, Gia said, "That blue one hurt my daddy."

It is also pretty funny to hear her version of the story after hearing me tell it 5 different times today. It goes something like, "My dad's thumb was in his shirt, then he went down the slide, then he heard a snap, then he was hurt." She was telling another toddler on the phone.

Gia and Gloria have now signed my splint too!