I picked up Britton, on the other hand, from school today only to find out that she cut holes in her dress. And of course, she wasn’t wearing her usual Target clothes. She had on a somewhat new, pink smocked bishop dress. It wasn’t even stained yet. Agrhhh.
When I asked her why she did it, she just looked at me.
And, in typical Britton fashion, she brought me a rose pedal tonight while I lay in the bathtub and said, “Dis is for you Mama, when you smell it you know dat I wub you”.