I noticed that Faith wrote me a note on the window this morning.
It said, "Dear Mom I'm so sary that I was rood to you. Your dater,
Faith." :)
Brighton
wanted to eat, so we headed into the kitchen, but I noticed she stopped
right outside the doorway. I looked back to see a very apprehensive
look on her face.
Me: "What? What's wrong?"
B: "Cow." [she nervously points into the kitchen, kind of by the fishbowl]
Me: "Where? I don't see a cow."
She starts to cry, "Cow in the kitchen..."
Just then, the dishwasher makes a very moo-like sound.
Brighton screams and runs away. "See Mom?! I told you! There's a cow in the kitchen!" (yes, she actually said this whole line)
We had to wait an hour or so before we could go in, and that was only after I assured her it was a cow free zone.
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I'm so glad you document these moments of cuteness.
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