Charlie must have been trying to butter me up for something tonight because he did an unprecedented amount of sweet talking:
"Mommy, I love your hair... Mommy, I love your lips... Mommy, your eyes smell like flowers..."
*Yes I wll get around to posting thanksgiving pictures and an update when the thought of going up to the third floor doesn't send me into premature labor...
Happy New Year
6 years ago
2 comments:
OMG- a three year old poet, complete with synesthesia :)
poor excuse -- dont you have a laptop? make mike bring it downstairs for you!
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