Last night, Grace told me, "You are a poor mother."
We don't ever use the word "poor" in our house, so I asked her what she meant.
She tilted her head to the side and said:
"It means 'bad.' Like, you are a 'bad' mother."
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I was kinda torn between being insulted and pride over her word usage.
(And don't worry... 5 minutes later she randomly hugged me and proclaimed me to be the "best mother ever." She's fickle like that).
;)
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Oh my goodness is she funny:> Hey I saw presidents day is coming up. You up for a playdate or something? What do you think? Maybe we could fit a simple craft in there to:> let me know. miss my friend!
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