Our bedtime conversation went like this, however:
Me: Goodnight, my baby.
Her: Doodnight, Mommy.
Then she puts her sweet little arms around my neck and hugs so tightly I can't breathe.
But I don't mind.
Then softly, Audrey: You're the best mommy in the world!
Suddenly, not a moment of her grumping holds any significance whatsoever.
And we finish our bedtime conversation as usual:
Me: I love you!
Her: I wuv you too!
Me: I love you three!
Her: I wuv you four!
Me: I love you a hundred and two!
Her: You win!
This morning I sat her up on the bathroom counter as I usually do to clean and rotate her new earrings. In an attempt to tame her unruly hair if but for a moment to complete the task at hand, I gathered it, twisted it, and pinned it all up on her head with a clip. She turned to admire herself in the mirror behind her. "Hey!" she exclaimed with clear delight in seeing her reflection, "that's what all girls do with their hair when they go out!"
She opted to keep the clip in her hair.
Later she eavesdropped as I recounted the conversation to her daddy. She giggled, pleased with herself, after I had finished the tale. "Yes," she said, "that's what girls wear when they go out to run."
"You mean when they go out for a jog?" I implored.
"Yes. They all put their hair up like this," she explained, motioning to her very chic do.