Two conversations that had me cracking up tonight and also swooning with affection. First off, it's baby daughter:
"But mama, I'm weally scawed of a mommy-long-legs! Because they can kill you!" (Well, at least she's stopped referring to every spider she sees as a tarantula.)
And next up, daughter in the middle:
"Mom, what jammies are you wearing tonight?"
Me: "I'm not sure. Why?"
Daughter in the Middle: "Because I wanna be like you."
Me: "But I don't have any Cinderella jammies."
Daughter in the Middle: "No, mom. I'm not talking about the pattern!"
Me: "Well, okay, how about I wear shorts and a t-shirt like you?"
Daughter in the Middle: "But mom, my bear doesn't have any shorts and she wants to be like me!"
Yes. Now I definitely see the dilemma.