My girl is almost three.
She is a combination of silliness and sophistication that hasn’t quite found its way, making her into the perfect comedy.
I have a bite mark on the inside of my cheek from holding back laughter when she presents her serious scoldings, lengthy stories, and little talks.
She’s growing, and I don’t want to forget.
“Mom, you are proud. Today I played cars and peed on the potty and didn’t have any bad minutes.”
“Mom, what that new girl’s name is?”
“Do you mean you’re new daycare provider?”
“Yes, what her name is?”
“I’m gonna call her Aunt Nikki”
“Mom? I’m just sittin’ down here makin’ sure my feet are attached.”
“Why you don’t want to come do a big splash? You’re afraid of water?”
“No, I don’t have rubber boots on.”
“Ha! You’re such a foolish girl.”
*Name changed to protect the innocent