Yesterday on our way home from picking up Daddy from work, I was giving him the rundown of our day. I mentioned that Maeve had done a lot of jumping on a trampoline at a friend's house and was still T_I_R_E_D. I spelled it out. Mostly because insinuating my daughter is tired, when she IS in fact, tired, often makes her scream like a banshee.
Daddy looked at Maeve, who was quietly muttering to herself, something I couldn't hear from the front seat. He looked amazed and said Do you know what Mommy just spelled?
Maeve looked up without hesitation and said, Tired.
So there goes the neighborhood!
|Earlier this week. Yes, that's a winter hat, a floral dress, Christmas socks, and sandals.|