So last night at supper, Reagan politely asked for a "neenex" which means Kleenex. I gave her one and we watched, both amazed and amused as she flicked it in the air and then placed it on her lap gently. She smoothed it out and everything and then smiled at us. Her Neenex looked just like our napkins. It was so sweet and clever and we both praised her and then commented to each other about how brilliant and delightful our child is. We were still talking about it as we hit the sack hours later.
Today I caught her cramming and smearing Jello into her belly button, I kid you not.
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Tell me you have pics of the Jello belly button, please! That's the perfect type of thing to torture her with when she's in high school and brings over some boy.
LOVE the irony here!! LOVE IT!
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