Reagan has often mistakenly called our friend, Jenn, her husband's name--Matt. We correct her, she gives us her "that's what I said" look and life goes on until 20 minutes later when she runs to Jenn with open arms crying, "Matt!"
So today when Reagan kept pointing at pictures and sighing with pleasure..."Matt," I thought nothing of it. She was obviously seeing Jenn in those pictures and was confused, as usual. I started paying attention when she began blowing kisses to the photos...and when I realized Jenn wasn't in them. We have approximately 987 images of the Haraders in our house. They're exceptionally important to us and have been part of many photo-worthy moments in our lives. However, the shots my daughter is most interested in today are those with Matt sans Jenn.
Then we drew some pictures and whenever we do this Reagan asks me to write names. She always, always, ALWAYS asks for Jackson's name first but today she asked for Matt's name before all others.
At lunch she named her tator tots. Guess who's name came up first?
Just now I broke it to her as gently as I could.
"Reagan, I think Matt is great, too. Yes, he's smart and handsome both. Umm...but, Sweetie? He's also happily married and there is a slight age difference between the two of you."
Reagan stared at me, smiled and nodded her head, toddling off laden with two purses, a baby and a red hat. Not even 30 seconds later I heard her in her room singing a song, "Matt, Matt, Mattttt...."
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How funny. That just made my day. :)
Matt is a sexy beast. At least I always thought so.
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