Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Almost Two Year Old Wisdom
Nora came to me this hot, humid afternoon with a tiny white weed flower in her hand. She smiled sweetly and said, "Fwower for mommy." I took it from her and hugged her sweat soaked little body. Then she toddled off into the yard. All of a sudden she stopped and turned completely around. She was wagging her tiny index finger like a pro. She looked right at me and screamed in the most clear and perfect voice, "DON'T EAT IT!"