i could eat her up like a mickey mouse ice cream treat.
if she grows up one more bit, i am going to have to resort to desperate measures... i am not sure what that will be but it will involve me BEGGING her not to ever stop wearing lightning mcqueen slippers, snuggling with me in the morning, and calling me “my most precious mommy”.
you really don’t want to hear me start begging, it will not be pretty (or melodious). in fact it will sound something like some of those horrible “american idol” auditions and this country just doesn’t need any more of that, so STAY THIS AGE rosalea... or else let the begging begin (love that alliteration)...