Musings on life and love accelerated by an iced soy cold press or two.
Monday, March 12, 2012
There will be fairies tonight.
We tied the muk on the tree for the fairies today. It had been a long time coming. There were ample conversations about how the muk was not good for her teeth. (The threat of braces seems hollow when you are 3.) We chatted about how muks are very important to babies when they don't have words, but less important when you are able to talk about how you are feeling. We lured her with promises of chapstick (which she calls "chopstick").
She is cuddling 12 tubes of glittery lip gloss tonight.