Big Girl: Mommy, J* revealed my secret. (she actually used the word revealed!)
Me: Oh? What secret was that?
Me: Oh? What secret was that?
Big Girl: That I love M*, I mean I want to kiss him love him.
Me:(thinking, I will NOT laugh. I will NOT laugh) Oh dear, that wasn't very nice.
Big Girl: I know I think so too. The kids all laugh
Me:(thinking, I will NOT laugh. I will NOT laugh) Oh dear, that wasn't very nice.
Big Girl: I know I think so too. The kids all laugh
On a side note, I remember being in grade one and saying I loved every boy that was my friend. I guess I was just experimenting with the fact that there are different kinds of love. Whenever I have conversations like this with Princess Belle, it brings back all those memories.
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This morning, I was laying in bed, sleeping peacefully and I heard a knock at my door. I groaned. Big Girl knows that knocking on my door wakes up Baby Girl and isn't allowed. She knows that on weekend mornings, she can turn on the television in her room that only has access to kids shows. So I just say, "Go to your room and I will come in a minute to see what you want." She knocked again. I am officially grouchy.
I get up, put on my housecoat and open the door, ready to tell her to go to her room and wait for us to get up. She smiles at me, hands me a glass of Apple Juice and a banana and says, "Happy Birthday Mommy!" (clearly unconcerned that my birthday was 2 days ago and not today.)
My heart melts. I give her a hug, take my apple juice and my banana, give her a kiss, usher her to her room letting her know how much I appreciate her thoughtfulness. (silently deciding to ignore the fact that after one disaster too many, she is not allowed in the kitchen when we are not up yet, she is so sweet and loving.)
I walked back into my room to attempt to get a little more sleep (in vain as it turns out as she did indeed wake up her sister LOL), looking at Daddy, holding up the banana and the apple juice and smile, saying, "How could you get mad at this?"
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This morning, I was laying in bed, sleeping peacefully and I heard a knock at my door. I groaned. Big Girl knows that knocking on my door wakes up Baby Girl and isn't allowed. She knows that on weekend mornings, she can turn on the television in her room that only has access to kids shows. So I just say, "Go to your room and I will come in a minute to see what you want." She knocked again. I am officially grouchy.
I get up, put on my housecoat and open the door, ready to tell her to go to her room and wait for us to get up. She smiles at me, hands me a glass of Apple Juice and a banana and says, "Happy Birthday Mommy!" (clearly unconcerned that my birthday was 2 days ago and not today.)
My heart melts. I give her a hug, take my apple juice and my banana, give her a kiss, usher her to her room letting her know how much I appreciate her thoughtfulness. (silently deciding to ignore the fact that after one disaster too many, she is not allowed in the kitchen when we are not up yet, she is so sweet and loving.)
I walked back into my room to attempt to get a little more sleep (in vain as it turns out as she did indeed wake up her sister LOL), looking at Daddy, holding up the banana and the apple juice and smile, saying, "How could you get mad at this?"
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Just a note, there are more pics on Family Fotos!
