...like yesterday at Dave's Pizza when I bought Abby a 35-cent ice cream cup at the counter and said casually, "Take it back to Daddy" and she started off across the restaurant (she has a better sense of direction than I do already, hallelujah!) and then she did a frantic u-turn and came back to where I was paying and was insistent that she needed more ice cream. I thought she wanted a different kind - though I haven't even let on to her yet that flavors exist besides vanilla due to the price of Shout these days - but she soon made it clear that she wanted to buy Eric an ice cream cup, too. Then she promptly needed two "poons" to complete her errand.
...or when I make dinner and get out three plates, two big and one little, to fill up and she has to name ownership of each one at least three times: "Mommy's, Daddy's, Abby's, Mommy's, Daddy's, Abby's."
...or after her bath on Sunday when she put on two stretchy headbands and her pink-tinted glasses and just tooled around as if everyone wears that many accessories at once. She looked like a raquetball player!
...or this morning when she needed BOTH pairs of crocs down from the shoe shelf - blue and pink. "Why?" I asked, exasperated, only to see her begin diligently stuffing Bear's feet into the pink ones.
Yes, there are moments!
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I'm pretty sure God knew you needed those moments. :) They'll keep coming. Hang in there!
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