Yesterday, Vianney and I were driving to Hy-Vee together and she was pensively gazing out the window at the clouds.
The pattern in the clouds resembled something of this sort.
She nonchalantly concluded after a moment of silence (in her lisp),
"Mom, the cloudths look messthy." TRANSLATION: The clouds look messy.
Taking her anywhere especially by herself is one of my top favorite pastimes.
I don't have a favorite child, I don't have a favorite child, I don't have a favorite child, really ;)!
I enjoy your posts! This last one made me smile. My three year old is a brunette version of your Vianney. She keeps me smiling and laughing out loud several times a day.
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