Scene 1 on Thursday afternoon:
While riding in her stroller, through a field of weeds with the sun shining down (en route to the park), Morgan exclaims, "It's beautiful!"
Not really sure I heard her correctly, I ask, "What?"
Her response, "It's beautiful! It's magic."
Yes, it was beautiful and magic. The scenery and the precious two-year-old to point it out.
Scene 2 also on Thursday afternoon:
Background: In an effort to sway Morgan's distaste for pull-ups, I talk about how much I like pull-ups, how Grandpa, Grandma, and other cool people wear pull-ups (hey, you have to "pull up" underwear, right?). None of this changes her opinion. Every time we use the potty or do a diaper change, I ask her if she wants the Dora or the Diego pull-ups (which she chose at the store). She replies, "No, just a diaper" in a pleasant little sing-song voice.
"Why don't you like pull-ups, Mo?"
"No, just a diaper." The way she says it isn't angry or fierce. It's just very matter of fact, it is what it is.
So back to the scene of the day:
Morgan is off playing, happily talking/singing to herself somewhere in the house. I am changing Porter's diaper in the bathroom and start to sing (to the tune of "We are a Happy Family"):
"I love pull-ups, they love me. Porter loves pull-ups, yes-sir-eee!"
Before I can finish my lovely song, Mo chimes in with her own version..."I yuv diapers, dey yuv me!"
She got me. Again.
So happy I get to spend my days and nights with these cuties!
