I took Fluffy on a scooter and the boys in the stroller over to the spraygrounds at Mosaic District, and then through Target and Home Depot yesterday. It was fairly roasty in the highish 80’s, but not horrible. By the checkout of Home Depot, though, little Fluff was out of steam. The rest of the ride home she complained about the heat. Some choice observations:
Fluffy: I feel like I’m a pie in the oven.
Fluffy: I feel like my body is going to rip because I’m so hot.
Fluffy: I wish there was a portal in my room, and portals all over the place. Then I could just fall into a portal and portal straight to my bed.
Fluffy: Are you sure this is a shortcut? Do you even know where you’re going? It feels like we’re going in circles.
Fluff-pot is also turning into quite the bossy boots with her brothers. As Salty tried to tell her to “sit down!” she responded:
Fluffy: You’re not the boss of me because you’re not a grown up. I get to boss you because you are just a baby, but not grown up like me.
Fluffy is using her 10 points tonight on a sleep over with a parent. This morning she said to me:
Fluffy: I’ll let you choose who I should have my sleep over with, you or Dad. Just think if you were the Dad and Dad was the Mom and I picked the Dad (she got tangled up in her hypothetical at this point) then wouldn’t you feel just so sad that you didn’t get picked? And wouldn’t Dad feel so bad? But I’ll let you choose.
Me: So you want me to pick Daddy to have the sleepover?
Fluffy: Yes–but only if you think that would be agreeable, and you won’t be sad.
Me: Okay, I choose Dad.
Fluffy: Oh, Mom, you’re the best mom in the universe! I love you all the way from the tiniest seed deep in down in the earth all the way to the moon and higher!
And here is a picture of Peppers making Creepy Pepper Face, for your entertainment.