She’s been really, REALLY practicing this little skill.

Loves blowing it up halfway and then letting it fly.

Always asks me to untie them after I’ve tied them, no matter how many times I’ve told her that’s impossible to do.

‘But you CAN do it because you’re the MOMMY.’

The other night she made me cry during the bedtime story.  I’m talking, I couldn’t even go on reading.  She stopped me and said, “Mommy, what if we get to heaven and we find each other in all of those people?  That would be so sweet and crazy.”

Goodness me