Grace often tells me a story next, and hers usually begin, "Once upon a time there was a little girl named Mommy..."
Here is my best recollection of tonight's story...
"Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Mommy, and she loves pink, and she pick some flowers, for her garden, and I say 'I love pink too!', and that's what I say, and Mommy says 'I love you Gracie,' and I say 'I love you Mommy,' and that's what I say! The End! That story was when you were a little girl, Mommy!"
I think she knows that with stories like that I'll lay there all night listening... putting off the dreaded bedtime even longer.
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