This was a real live conversation between my friend V and her almost-three-year-old daughter, T, and it doesn’t get much better than this.
I think all parents can relate, on some level. This was from about a year ago, when Wee One was much wee-er:
Whenever there is an eclipse, I like to imagine it is part of a grand cosmic play that the universe
Of course I am referring to my belly button.
Or perhaps I’ll call it a finger pocket, as that is what Wee One has taken to using it for.
Mommy happy hour usually included boring vanilla lattes and ice cappuccinos, important as it masqueraded as a child’s story time. I was so lucky to stumble upon it and, once I started going, I made sure to keep going.