Monday, December 3, 2007

Pink Shoes (size 7)

She tried to go to sleep with them on.

Then she tried to sleep with them in her arms.

At four a.m., I woke up to her tap dancing in the hallway in them.

Then, this morning, as Daddy was getting her ready for daycare, she wanted to wear them. Daddy said: "Not now, you're too young - you can wear them when you're older."

To which she replied: "I older. I SIX."

Jo and I were walking from church, and she saw an older, balding man ahead of us on the street.
"That Daddy?" she asked.
"No, that's not Daddy," I said. "Daddy's at home, and Daddy's much cuter."
"Oh," she said. "That OLD Daddy."

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