My daughter is both hilarious and wonderful. This evening, I was being crabby. Not horribly, but not very patient. I'm in the middle of dyeing some more yarn for the show next Saturday, I have spinning to finish for the second half of my class tomorrow, I'm trying to finish knitting a sample for the shop, and I also need to work on Pearl's flower girl dress, since she will be a part of my sister-in-law's wedding next month. So Pearl was being Pearl, being 2, and interrupting me. "Mommy, can you help me?" "Mommy, I want to play this game. " "Mommy, I don't want to play this game anymore." "Mommy, what are you doing? Can I watch Mommy? Can I help?" And I was getting snippy. So Hero, being my hero and all, said he would take her to bed, and I didn't even ask. I gave her a hug and said, "I'm sorry I was so crabby."
"I'm sorry."
"No, you have nothing to be sorry for, honey. I'm sorry I was crabby with you."
The little angel patted my face and said, "Shh... that's all right," and gave me another hug. I want to cry again, just thinking about it.
The hilarious part was in the car this evening. Pearl has been in the car with her not-so-patient daddy driving, and she's picked up some of his not-so-patient-daddy language. We were behind a semi that wasn't moving at a green light. Pearl shouts, "Go, dammit, go!" Hero told her that she couldn't use that word until she was much older, and she said right back, "Yeah, when I'm three I can say that."
I had to turn away I was laughing so hard.
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