Amelia and I talk our way through each morning as we get ready for school and work. The other day I put on my blouse and asked her how I looked.
“Pretty. Mommy Pretty.”
What a great answer.
This morning when we got into the car she held up her finger and said “ouchy” and wined a bit about something that hurt her finger.
Before I could say anything she kissed her finger, looked at me, and proclaimed “All Better!”
Where does she get this stuff?