The other day we were doing our usual mad-dash to get ready for school. I was busy with Mattias, and when I told Elise we had to leave in 5 minutes, she walked into the kitchen and announced that she had gone to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and put her shoes and jacket on. All by herself and without being asked.
I told her that she did a great job, and I couldn't believe how big she was getting.
Then I said, "Where did my baby girl go?"
With a glint in her eye and a sly smile on her face she replied, "she died?"
Looks like someone inherited my twisted, dark sense of humour.
I couldn't be more proud.
1 week ago