Bee, as I was tucking her in to bed: “Fireworks please, Mommy.”
Me: “… Huh?”
Bee: “Fireworks!”
Me: <Look of utter confusion>
Bee: <patting her face all over> “Fire. Works. Fireworks. FIREWORKS.”
Me: <Dawning comprehension…sort of.> “Oh, you want five thousand kisses, like the other night when I sneak-attacked you?”
Bee: “Yes!” <sticks her cheeks out for the attack> “Fireworks!”
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August 31, 2009 at 8:04 am |
Very sweet . . . I think she must be a keeper.
August 31, 2009 at 1:26 pm |
That kid is just the sweetest!
August 31, 2009 at 11:27 pm |
hahahha! next thing you know she’ll be demanding the boston pops to play her the 1812 overture. maybe gracie can be in charge of shooting the cannons =]