When we said goodbye to my mom at the airport a few days ago, Mackenzie said “bye” belatedly, after grandma had already given her a kiss and closed the door.
As I drove away, I hear from the backseat a contemplative, “Oh! That was sad not to say goodbye to Grandma.” Followed by, “Grandma did not kiss me on the cheek. She kissed me on the forehead.”
Pause.
“She’s a good kisser!”
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Yesterday, I busted out a few cans of the playdough we bought for trick-or-treaters. Considering we get around a dozen kids knocking on our door every year, I figured we’d have a can or two to spare in the Costco pack of 60. 😉
Mackenzie asked what we were going to make with it, and I responded with what I felt was an impressive list of possibilities: “Food, animals, faces, flowers, cars, houses, anything you like.”
Her face lit up as a brilliant idea dawned on her. “Oooh! Or we could… cut it in HALF!”
Yes, or that.
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In the car on the drive to the farmer’s market today, Mackenzie was cuddling her stuffed bear and cooing to him. She tenderly wrapped him up in a soft blanket and exclaimed over how “precious” and “new” he was and how she was going to “take care” of him.
I thought it was a perfect opportunity to ask Mackenzie what she wants to be when she grows up, and had every anticipation of her responding that she’d like to be a mama.
Nope.
Without hesitation, she came back with:
“A big monster.”
When pressed, she revealed that she would be a red furry monster but she has a lot of growing up to do before that point.
It’s definitely a bright future ahead.