So I was watching my friend's two little girls, ages 2 and 4 months, for a few hours this afternoon. Carson was beyond excited, and when they finally came, he was practically dancing around; then he ran into his room, calling behind him, "Olivia! Come into my room! I have lots of EXCITING clothes! my shirts in my closet, and my shoes...my bookcase...my shorts and pants in my drawers, and my pirate pants!" Oh yes. Riveting.
He eventually bounded his way downstairs, shouting out, "Livvy, come downstairs with me! There's lots of EXCITING toys down here!" If she has a skewed definition of "exciting" for the rest of her life, we all know who to blame.
Oh, but then Carson and Olivia were downstairs while the two little girls were sleeping upstairs. All of a sudden, Olivia bursts out, "ow!!! I got an owie!!" Me: "where does it hurt, Olivia?" Olivia: "right here" (pointing at her cheek then her shoulder, followed by her thumb) "on my foot." Ah. Of course. Your foot.
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I wish MY clothes were that exciting! maybe then I'd actually get dressed everyday instead of going to bed in the same thing i woke up in. I think my neighbors are convinced all I own are sweats.
cute on oliva's "owie". i love it when they ser can't tell you where it really hurts. that's true pain, eh? cute.
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