During one particularly frustrating morning...after I had dumped a bag of granola all over the floor...you took a moment to tell me a story.
Emma: "Once upon a time, there was a really, meany mommy."
Emma: "Well, you wouldn't let me help you sweep the floor!"
Me: "Once upon a time, there was a really sweet girl who loved her mommy so much she gave her a million hugs & kisses."
Emma: "No, that's not in my story!"
Me: "Well, I like that story."
Emma: "No. Once upon a time there was a really, stinky Mommy...Happily ever after."
Afraid of being dubbed a wicked witch in all of your future fairytales, I gave you a turn with the broom.
Have I mentioned you're crazy dangerous with a broom? I'm not sure if you were sweeping granola or slaying dragons in our kitchen, but you had a blast.
I love you so,