Today I was standing at the kitchen counter and Odessa passed behind me, patted my butt and said, “There’s my cute girl.”
I guess I need to start thinking about demonstrating my affection in ways that won’t get her some kind of prison sentence.
In other news, she also learned how to use a camera this week, and she got really good at photographing the ground and the tailgates of trucks, but then she took this:
And said, “Mom, that flower makes your hair look prettier.”
She really is something.