butterfly kisses.

14 Dec 2011 § Leave a comment

So, it was the weekend. We were on the way out when the lil missy gestured to her going-out bag and said,

“I want my butterfly, mommy.”

Considering how many butterfly toys she has, I asked, “What butterfly?”

She gave me a sideway glance, rolled her eyes and sighed. Yes. Sighed!

Then she put her hands together, flapped her fingers like butterfly wings…and to add insult to injury, she said very slowly,

“You…know…a….but….ter….flyyyy??”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Sarcasm. From my baby girl (I have to keep reminding myself that she’s turning three soon; no longer a baby!).

Ah, she’s got my genes alright.

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