Sometimes, even I, the cold, calculated, analytical and unemotional Zoeyjane will slip into ‘OMFG, my kid is the cutest thing, ever!’ land. These are three recent reasons why…
Me: Isobel, two minutes until bedtime, okay?
Her: Otay, mama.
[four minutes elapse]
Me: Okay, Love, it’s time for nigh-nights.
Her: Two Midits! Two moe midits, mama.
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The other day, she woke up and had her first abstract-type of convo with me.
Her: Mama, what gonna do, day?
Me: What are we going to do today? We’re going to see Sprite and HCM, is that okay with you?
Her: Yay! Wanna see (insert her nickname for Sprite).
[two seconds later] I gotta get toast! [but didn't eat it]
I was proud.
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Her, after returning from visitation during which she went to a bday party:
“Appy day, to Lou.
Appy day, Lou.
Appy day, Lou.
Loooooooooooou.
Appy….. Mama, SING!”
