I told Anna at dinner tonight that she is growing up. To which she emphatically replied, “I’m NOT growing up!”
I was explaining that Papa wasn’t going to the baby shower because it was a girl party. To which Anna says, “Papa’s a girl.”
When Rachel gave her some chapstick, “Papa I have pretty lips. Look!”
And just this morning:
Papa, there’s a baby on sale! Buy one for Anna!
I’m drawing a picture… for you!
so cute!