Mom!
what?
I'm done!
Done what?
Mom!
What?
I'm done!
Done what?
Mom!
And around and around we go. Toddler conversations, aren't they fun?
And Charlotte keeps climbing into a padded seat chest we have downstairs, laying on a pillow and pulling a blanket over her. She's clutching her stuffed dog and doll saying, "Night mom! Nigh-night". Besides the fact that I'm concerned about the hinged lid falling down and hurting her, seeing her in that box with the hinged lid, pillow and blanket is making me feel sick and panicky. The
memories are very fresh today.