Simple Enough..

I'm pretty sure this is foreshadowing of the.... well, rest of my life: 

.... she insisted.

Yeah. It's cute now, when she's only helping me sign my own name at the Sephora checkout... I'll hang on to the cuteness of it now, before she's 16 and this same image gives me nightmares. Hah.. Anyway, that was the early part of our evening: running errands and [me] listening to [her] stories about dragons and princesses and some random butterfly that is now part of the character roster in her diatribes. It sounds like a funky little bunch; I love her imagination, and it was everything I could do to refrain from interrupting her laughing not at her stories, but moreso in awe of her on-the-spot creativity. Some say she's my kid..... hm... ;)

It's an early night here at the house.
I'm okay with that.
♥.

forever yours, little monster.

Sydni time > Blog time.

xo | cmd