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Published July 17, 2009 @ 17:38 by Tania in Being Mommy

Last night Daughter was singing herself to sleep:

Girls are girls -- Girls are girls -- Boys are boys -- Boys are boys -- Daddy is sometimes a boy -- Because he doesn't have earrings

It was a cute little song, and I love the way it lets me know how her little mind works.

After singing, she wrapped her little arms tight around my neck, and kissed me on the cheek.

Daughter: I love you, Mommy.

Me: I love you, too.

Daughter: You are the good Mommy.

Me: Thank you.

Daughter: You are a good driver, too.

Me: Thanks, Honey.

Daughter: Daddy is sometimes a good driver too. But sometimes he hits the sidewalk.

Me: Oh?

Hmmm... so if our tires start to go flat because of dents in the rim, I will not be blamed.

Daughter feel asleep with her arms tight around my neck, and her sweaty little cheek pressed into mine.