Today.
(I tromp down the stairs after trying on several outfits and ending up in stretchy pants again)
C: Argh.
J: "What's the matter? Why are you frowning?"
C: "I'm....I'm....I'm a manatee."
J: "You're pregnant."
C: "I know, but I have to wear these silly clothes to the store because my belly is getting too big." pout.
Little One (looking up as I walk into the room): "Oh Mommy! So pretty! Look, you have on buttons! So pretty, Mama." Yesterday.
(I am in pajamas. I am a mess. We've been spinning around, my hair is everywhere, we crash on the couch.)
Little One (fingering the hair that's fallen over my face): "Ooooh. Mommy. Wow. Mommy....just...like...princess....ANGEL!"
Two Days Ago.
(Getting Her up in the morning- I got dressed early so I could get Her right up and in the car to take J to a doctor appointment.)
Little One: "Oh! Mommy! Look this pretty shirt! Look this earring! Mommy so fancy. Pretty, pretty mommy SO PRETTY!"
A Few Days Ago.
(Totally out of the blue).
Little One: "Mommy, know sompin? You, just, pretty ball-er-een-a, ever, ever, EVER! Aw! MY mommy ball-er-een-a!"
Either this is sweet, innocent, youthful ignorance at it's raging zenith (and I should eat it up like a starving dog in the two seconds before She gets old enough for my existence to humiliate Her in public) OR She is seriously buttering me up.
Maybe She wants a pony.
Of course, I agree with her because she is correct and exuberant as always! And she wants a pony. :)
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