Little One eyes the wallpaper in the powder room and makes an odd pincer-finger motion in the air. She cups Her hands into Her chest and peeks into them. Then She hold them up to me and calls out:
LO: "Mamma! Here go! I picked some fowers for you!"
C: "Oh! Thank you, Little One. You picked some of the flowers from the wallpaper for me? That's very sweet."
LO: "Yah! I picked these FOR you! (Makes the pincer motion again) And! And some gu-uuuum!"
The girl knows me so well.
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