It was Saturday afternoon. Ignore the fact that my daughter is still in her gown, dirt on her arm and enjoying ice cream despite quite possibly not eating lunch. That’s not really what this story is about.
Arabella, pulling her favorite utensil from the drawer: “Mommy, aren’t you proud of me? I washed my own spoon this morning with Daddy. This one.”
Mommy: “Wow, Bella, I am proud of you. How did you wash it?”
Arabella: “I licked it really clean then dried it with my gown.”
Big smile from Arabella. Involuntary chuckle followed by big hug from Mommy. I’ll take any help I can get.