In the bathroom…
Mommy: Oopps.. you just farted.
D: No I didn’t. My ‘gina burped. *serious eyes*
At the kitchen table… because she was told no peanut butter sandwich, eat supper.D: I HATE you.
Mommy: You hate me? That’s not a nice thing to say.
D: I don’t hate you forever, just right now. Until you give me my peanut butter sandwich.
In her bedroom… after being told it was past her bedtime & she could decorate the Christmas tree for half an hour only if she put on her jammies, brushed her teeth and washed her face.
D: *putting on jammies, crying* I do not want to do any of those things.
Mommy: Well, it’s past your bedtime and that is the only way your staying up.
D: *climbing into her bed* I will just take a break, in my bed, with the light on so I will stop sooking and whining.
Mommy: You are taking a break in your bed?
D: *pulling bedsheets up to her chin, grabbing Helly Kitty in death hug* Yes, I am taking a break with the light on. Close the door so I can not hear your music.
In the kitchen… after pulling a wish bone.
Mommy: D! You got the big side. You get to make a wish!!!
D: I wish I could have a daddy… and that my poppy would come back down from Heaven so he can hug and kiss me.
Mommy: *heart breaks, inserts perma-grin*
Yes, from the mouths of babes, I hear the words that remind me how much Princess D is truly my daughter.