This evening, Ava and I started making supper. As usual, I sat her on the counter next to me, and we chit-chatted and played. She took her time asking me what each thing was and then repeating it to me. "What's that, mama?" "A cutting board, baby." "Cut board?" :)
Well, she found a stack of cupcake liners. She called it her little bowl. She asked to get down, and I let her down. Off she ran to the living room. And she got quiet. I hear that with little boys, quiet means trouble. And i can't speak for all little girls, but quiet for Ava usually means its imagination time. This time proved no different.
I turn the corner to tell Chad (who is asleep on the couch) that its time for dinner. And this is what I see....
Yes, she is separating them and setting them each out on the living room floor. And I say, "What are you doing, baby?" One simple sweet answer......
"Flowers, mama."
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