A few days ago, I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I took my kids with me. That is to say: I took my son, Trenton, and my daughter, Rapunzel.
Rapunzel is very particular about being called Rapunzel. Under no circumstances is she to be called Lacy or honey or sweetie or little miss or Ace (a nickname that has somehow weaseled it’s way into our vocabulary). Before going to the store, she put on a dress-up dress, her church shoes, and asked for some hair flowers. I quickly put five temporary hair flowers together, clipped them in her hair, and off we went. As I pushed the grocery cart around, she made her way under my arms. She put her feet on the cart and held onto the cart’s handle for balance. Once she had it, she FLUNG one arm out as I pushed the cart around. It looked something like this, except her arm was flung farther out and her head was tilted and one leg kicked back for effect.
“Are you being silly?” I asked.
“NO!” She said, defensively, “BE-YOO-TI-FULL.”
She has no enunciate these things, you know. Her mother is so slow.
I laughed at that, and then I had to wonder what Heavenly Father thinks of us sometimes.
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Are you being silly?
No! Beautiful!
Are you being silly?
No! Beautiful!
Beautiful!
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Beautiful!
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Beautiful!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to do my daily tweeze.
I can’t believe how long her hair is getting! She is too cute!! I love that there is chocolate, and more chocolate in your cart, haha. We should really live closer!!
The two coincide quite often, don’t you think?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Awesome. Thank you for the laugh.
Wow. Hahaha I never looked at it that way before. That’s cool! Thx!