Parsley brought me her socks. She wanted me to put them on her claiming that she had put them on the wrong feet. When I put them on her she cried, “Whoa, Mommy! You’re getting smart!”
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Monday morning Parsley was in bed with me as I fed Rosemary. After a while she said, “I’m hungry! I want some grapes!”
Since she knew the bowl of grapes was sitting on the counter, she hopped off the bed and headed out to the kitchen. When I headed into the living room several minutes later, the lights were off, but I could hear chewing and lip-smacking sounds. I turned on the lights to find Parsley standing by the coffee table with a Krispy Kreme doughnut on her finger...half eaten around the peripheral. She smiled and said, “I like doughnuts, Mommy!”
To which I replied, “All God’s children like doughnuts.”
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As Daddy pushed her on the swing one evening, Parsley yelled over to me, “Mommy! Do we love Daddy?!”
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Parsley went to the bathroom by herself this morning. As I sat in the next room, I realized I was hearing a decent amount of crumpling sounds going on in the bathroom. “Parsley, what are you doing?”
She yelled back, “I used 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 toilet papers!”
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Tonight Parsley looked up at the t.v. at the Memphis vs. Clippers game and asked, “Are we watching the Bruins? Is that a Bruin on the floor?” Bob III would be proud.
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One day while Daddy was at work:
Parsley: Daddy?
Me: Daddy....
Parsley: Should we text him?
Me: What should we text him?
Parsley: Should we tell “peace out” for him?
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Walking out to the playground with Daddy...”Daddy, you are pretty....you are pretty cute!”
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