Chicken hot dogs and buns. I stand at the bar-b-que ready to make an exquisite dinner for my family (please note sarcasm).
Maddie points to the BBQ, and says “bu-buu”…this means so many things I am not sure if she saw a bunny? I said “bun?” in disbelief. Nods her head yes…and says “peez”. Well with that said so sweetly, of course I will give her a piece of bun and anything else she wants. As she walks away to her little chair, she throws out “Thai U”.
Manners?
My baby said 'thank you'?.... And to me?
We complete this cycle about ten times while the hot dogs cook and I fall deeper in love with my baby girl each time. As I am so positively sure no one on this earth has had such an amazing child ever…(insert snicker here).
Do not break the bubble, I urge you do not break this parent bubble….
POP!
Time to go to bed and the meltdown ensues……..I can still hear her cries echoing in my head.
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