Lucy
While getting the kids ready for bed one night last week I realized for the thousandth time since the birth of my youngest daughter that having a child who looks so much like you is a mixed blessing. Having a 24/7 reminder of how cute you used to be isn't always easy on the ego. Luckily, she is developing a healthy appreciation of her own charms, as well.
"Mommy," she said. "Why am I so cute?"
Grace
Grace spent the night at a friend's house (yet again) last weekend. As always, our house is different when she isn't with us. It's not necessarily quieter, just lacking in a certain harmony. We are just a bit off without our Grace. Chad told her as much when she returned.
"It sure will be different when you go off to college and leave us," he said, a bit wistfully, for him.
Grace, big blue eyes wide and innocent, responded, "But can I come back and visit?"
Sam
On the way home from school this week: "Mommy, which one do you want to buy me. A big swimming pool in the backyard or a monkey?"
Claire, in that remarkable preschool way of participating in a conversation not quite aligned with the conversation at large, replied, "I don't want a puppy or a cow. I want a monkey."
Indeed.
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