Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Monday, October 27, 2008

No, you may NOT flash the neighbors with me

Earlier today, upon exiting the shower, I heard Puddin' Pop calling for help. It wasn't a scream or a frantic plea, she simply said "Mom, I need you." I wrapped a towel on my head, and another on my body and strolled down the hall to her room.

She was naked, in her wicker laundry basket, in her rocking chair. She had put the basket in the chair and climbed in. Looked like a baby in a bassinet a wee bit too small, but cute none the less. My first instinct was to run for my camera, but then I realized that her curtains were open and I may possibly by flashing 3 different sets of neighbors.

I got her out of the basket and proceeded to my room to get dressed while telling her "Mommy needs to get dressed. I'm Flashing the neighbors." to which she replied "Can I come?" I was confused and asked "Come Where?" she replied "With You, to flash the neighbors." I had to laugh. My darling aspiring Flasher is 2.5 today!

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