Annabelle helped me make dinner tonight. We had soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Annabelle was in charge of pouring the soup in the pan, stirring the soup while it cooked, and helping me to spread butter on the slices of bread. What a wonderful helper she was! While we were cooking, we had the following exchange:
Annabelle: Can I do that? (referring to flipping the sandwiches)
Me: No, baby. This is a Mommy job.
Annabelle: Someday I’ll be the Mommy.
Me: Sure you will, if you decide to have a baby.
Annabelle: And I’ll have a cake like that. (pointing to my birthday cake on the counter)
Me: Sure, if you want.
Annabelle: Just like you, Mommy.
Me: *melts* *melts* *big hugs*
Life is good.