Thu 12 Dec 2013
So swamped. Only have time for a quick Allie story, just to keep in touch with my blog readers.
Yesterday, upon my return home from work, I saw mysterious white dried smudges and streaks on the corner of the stove by the knobs.
Me: Allie, were you playing with the stove today?
Allie: *running into the kitchen and looking where I’m pointing* Yeah…
Me: What IS that? *looking closely* Allie, what was on your fingers?
Allie: *looking at her fingers* Fingerprints!
Daddy’s girl!!
That is probably where she learned the word. I didn’t teach it to her. Half the stuff that comes out of her mouth these days surprise us.