Grace looked at a woman’s picture in the paper on Sunday and said, “Daddy, look at her. She’s so ugly!“
Now, I don’t talk like that, especially around her, so I said, “Gracie, that’s not a nice thing to say.”
She looked at the picture, then looked at me, then pointed to the picture. She said, “But, Daddy, she’s really ugly.”
Having a three year old is definitely an adventure.
Tonight I actually got to rock her and sing to her (selections included “Lullabye” by Ben Folds Five, “St. Judy’s Comet” by Paul Simon, and “Blackbird” by The Beatles). Haven’t done that for a long, long time.
Not that she actually fell asleep, mind you.