Amy & Claire, this one's for you!

Annie came prancing downstairs in one of her most fancy pink silk dresses. She danced around the house for a few minutes to YMCA (a song which the boys have recently become infatuated with, because, really, who doesn't love to stand on the kitchen counter and shape their arms into the letters of the song? Well, Andrew insists that he hates it, but really, deep down, I think he thinks it's fun.) Then she sauntered over to me while I was busy making treats for the primary teachers. We then had this charming conversation.

Annie: "I can dance because I'm at a wedding."

Me: "Oh, who's wedding are you at?"

Annie: "Mine."

Me: (with a tiny bit of fear at what her response would be): "Oh, who are you marrying?"

Annie: "No one, but I'm at my wedding. (she pauses for a moment of thought)

My second wedding is going to be all pink. And Amy will be there. And Amy is marrying Claire. And I can dance because it's my wedding. And I will wear a pink dress."

I really love little girls! Especially mine. :)

This is Annie last December at Amy's wedding, who married Nathan--not Claire.

Daddy's Girl

"I not going to tell you!"

"Why?"

"Because! You NOT my mommy!"

"I'm not your mommy? Then who's your mommy?"

A brief look of confusion and fear while she tries to come up with an answer, and then, a split second later, a look of pure satisfaction as she triumphantly shouts:

"DADDY!"