I take it all back

She was SUCH a hiney last night. Woke up screaming in the middle of the night and wouldn't go back to sleep. I don't think anything was really wrong, either, or I wouldn't call her a hiney. I hate to be superstitious, but it seems like every single time I write or say anything glowing or corny about motherhood, something comes and bites me in the hiney to punish me for...hubris? Sentimentality?

I feel like sleep-deprived hiney today.

Hiney.