I got a pedicure. Hannah asked to see it, so I unveiled a foot to show her the color. “Pretty!” she said. “What color is the other foot?”
Me: Hannah, how do you want to wear your hair today?
Hannah: Blonde.
Hannah: I want to be a grown up so bad!
Me: Why?
Hannah: So I can be a mom and have kids.
Me: Why?
Hannah: So I can spank them.
While helping out in Hannah’s kindergarten class, I overheard one of her boyfriends giving her attitude. He ended his sassy phrase with, “Got it, dude?” She stuck a hand on her hip and used her “duh” voice. “If you want to call a girl that,” she said before walking away, “it’s dudette.”
As Hannah was leaving the doctor’s office, the receptionist offered her a coloring book. She excitedly took it. While driving out of the parking lot, I heard her say, “Hey! This isn’t a coloring book! This is something that makes me learn!”
After looking all over town for a little girl's sling, I came up empty handed. Hannah's Aunt Kelli blinged this sling for her. She loved it!
We had someone dropping off garage sale donations one evening. It was cold outside as we were helping him unload his lifted truck. A few minutes into it, Abby complained that she was too cold. I heard Hannah call, “It’s warm over here!” I glanced over to see her warming her hands and face with the exhaust of the idling car.
The girls with their cousin Molly:
November 1st, the day after Halloween, found me alone with two delicious bags of candy. Seven hours alone, two bags of candy, and very little willpower. Three days later, with the candy disappearing at a very rapid rate, I asked Mike to hide the bags. He did, bringing them out when he got home from work. We would each have a few pieces after dinner, and he would hide them again. The girls also hid a bag of candy from me. It worked well. With the candy out of sight, I wasn’t tempted.
After a week of this, Mike asked if I’d found the candy yet. My answer was the same when he asked me each evening for the next week. “No, I haven’t even looked for it.” I was confused by his snickering. Two weeks later, he could not keep his hiding place a secret anymore. “I hid it with the cleaning products,” he admitted. “I knew that once you cleaned, you would find it, but you never cleaned!” We’re not on speaking terms anymore.
When that candy was gone, I asked the girls to get the bag that they had hid from me. Two beautiful deer-in-the-headlight faces peered back at me. “We hid it in our backpacks and ate a piece for lunch every day, because you don’t pack dessert with our lunches!”
