Sunday, July 31, 2005

My Little One

I hate hearing my words and tone coming out of Girl Terror's mouth. She mimics me perfectly when she tells her brother what not to do, and she uses my words against me regularly. But this morning, she warmed my heart.
While doing dishes, I broke a glass and gashed my hand. Nothing serious, just enough to convince me that doing dishes is hazardous to my health (yippee!). I held the paper towel on my hand, waiting for the bleeding to stop. Girl Terror was very concerned. She didn't understand that this wasn't serious, I would be fine, and that the doctor was not needed. Finally, she came over and patted my head. "It's okay." She hugged me and said "You need to be careful, my little one!" Awww. I know who's looking after me when I get old!

7 comments:

millennium hippies said...

oh that is so sweet! i love when my daughter calls me "honey" or "sweetheart" in a sweet tone, or tells me to be careful. it just warms the heart! "my little one"...that is precious!

Ella said...

Kind of makes all the awful toddler stuff worthwhile! Very sweet.

carmilevy said...

They're almost too cute for words. I'm glad you found the right ones to share this with us: precious.

OldHorsetailSnake said...

Is this the same girl as The Screamer of the last few days? Too bad they can't describe mood changes.

Anonymous said...

Priceless! Too funny how they pick our phrases & words, isn't it?

Sleeping Mommy said...

I read the first two sentences and thought "ME TOO!" and then I finished it. Sigh... I love that when they reflect the good stuff back at us.

jennyonthespot said...

Now that is what makes it all worthwhile!