Just her and I, after preschool.
At first she was confused.
Why weren't her brother and sister coming. School.
Where was daddy? Surveying.
Just the two of us....she wasn't as thrilled as I thought she'd be.
But after her happy face pancake came, she was cool with it.
Yes, it was lunch time, but we both ate breakfast.
We colored, we pretended, we sang a song.
She told me how her Thumbert-the name she calls her sucky thumb-hurt himself on his bike.
But, thank god for Blankie who is making Thumbert feel better.
I love that imagination.
Then she told me all the friends she played with at school that day.
I'm pretty sure there isn't a girl name FLAFLA in her class, but it's always fun talking with a 3 year old.
They are so convincing.
She also informed me about the boy who is always in time out.
I suggested she didn't play with him, all the while envisioning that someday in high school this rebel boy may become her boyfriend, and Hubby and I would have to hold some kind of relationship intervention with her on how not to fall for the 'bad boys.'
Yeah, my imagination can get the best of me sometimes.
After a stacking of all the jelly cups, mixed with the creamer cups, I asked K if she was having fun with mommy.
She said, "uh huh, can we go home now, and will you put Barbie and the 3 Musketeers on TV for me?"
I'm THAT fun to lunch with!