She tickles my heart with her funny use of words.
Like when she told me she was so sad that one of her headbands had broken because
"it looked really 'Spanish".
I don't know what that means. I like to pretend it means she was paying attention during a brief geography lesson on Spain. Not likely.
Today she said her job was to 'astroy the spiderwebs and 'dush' off her bed. She meant 'destroy' and 'brush the dust'.
I don't want to forget these funny words.
Someday she'll use correct English.
Someday she may not want to listen to my words, let alone copy the things I say.
She constantly wishes that daddy would take the boys for 'boy-time' and then we could go have our 'girl-time'.
I hope she always wants to spend time with me.
She says she hopes she'll be a mommy like me some day. She chatters on about how she'll have a husband, babies and a house.
All the while, I'm thinking,
"Laundry seems so much more glamorous when you are five.
Is she too young to start doing her own?"
Happily and hairdressing-ly yours,