We have just returned from eating ice cream down in the village and the Girl Child is running laps in my bedroom around her mother who is seated on the floor. We had the following exchange, me and the She Who Was Hopped Up On Sugar:
Me: Hey, Sugar Girl!Girl Child: I'm not Sugar Girl.
Me: So, what makes you so sweet, then?
Girl Child: [pause for thought] You loving me.
Very sweet, isn't it?
Posted by Random Penseur at August 29, 2004 07:48 PMAWWWWW!
(You might as well go ahead and by the new car now, because you KNOW you're going to do it when she's 16. Heh.)
1. wicked h - yup - my teeth are killing me too
2. emma - and it should be a really nice car - right? like a convertible something or other...
3. i don't do three - but there is always supposed to be one - so here it is.
That is sweet!
Posted by: Mick at August 30, 2004 07:02 PM