Here's Boo in April, apparently doing an impression of her Daddy when he was little. Although I'm informed
that his antics involved rolling up both his pants
and sleeves of his church clothes during the service.
So it was during that same week that I was sick that Boo took the opportunity to inform me that I hadn't slipped anything past her. Both of the girls and I were playing in our toy room on May 8th when Hurricane Bella started her usual destruction. And being foggy-headed from the immense sinus pressure, I have to admit that I wasn't particularly understanding of a big sister that had just lost her entire tea party with one swing of Bella's arm. Trying to quiet the blood-curdling squeals, I started to explain in a calm voice that the toys belonged to all of us and not just her.
Being just as coy, Boo decided to quiet down and snuggle into my side. Then in the sweetest voice she asked me, "Mommy, do you remember when Baby Bella was still in your belly?" And being the sucker I was, I sweetly responded yes and pulled her even closer. That's when she announced, "They were all my toys then."
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