“Where did you put the flowers I picked for you?”
They’re in a glass jar on the window sill. Do you see them?
“Yes. Do you love the flowers I picked for you?”
I do. They’re gorgeous – thank you so much!
She must have asked me at least three more times before bedtime if I loved the flowers. I love that she was bursting with pride on her little did-it-all-by-herself heartfelt gesture.
I think it’s a good balance with the fact that when she and I (and Nick, of course) met Mystic’s parents and sister for the first time this weekend, she introduced them to her new word of the day: Poopalicious.
“Oh, she’s so adorable! What did she say?”
Um, it’s not exactly appropriate to repeat.
It took them a moment and then I think they figured out what she said. They laughed and luckily still thought she was adorable.
I certainly don’t blame them.