My heart is full from so much kid sweetness today. (And this week, I babysat our neighbor's 2-year-old and 5-month-old one day, and I took care of our newborn nephew overnight last night because his mommy was in the hospital with retained placenta and his daddy works graveyard shifts. I've also had fun for the last few weeks, with my Wednesday and Friday job: watching my friend's girls who are 7 and 2).
So, this morning when it was just the two of us, Third Girl wanted to cuddle (which involved me pretending to sleep, and her laughing, and both of us laughing) on our bed. In the late afternoon, she helped me cook. I'm pretty sure I forgot to write down something adorable that Third Girl said, but the main thing I wanted to write down was this:
Second Girl was going to serve herself more dinner, but First Girl acted sad because she had wanted to do it for her.
Second Girl: "Okay. I just want my sister to be happy."
Me: "Why are you guys so sweet?"
Second Girl: "Because we're your daughters."
First Girl: "And you're the best mom."