Nice

One evening, Abigail was jumping on the bed, performing jumps and tumbles for us. She got down for a moment to do something cute, to which Lee responded, “Abigail, you’re so cute.” I followed it up with, “… and such a sweetie.” As Abigail ran back to the bed to continue her mattress jumps, she happily and matter-of-factly stated, “Yeah! And I’m nice too!”

Rocks

At the dinner table one evening, I told Abigail one of my favorite stories from my childhood, called Too Much Noise. It’s about an old man who can’t sleep because of the wind and tapping branch outside his bedroom window. At the end of the story, he finally falls asleep. At this point, I said, “And that night, the old man slept like a rock.” To which Abigail replied, “Mommy?” “Yes, baby?” “… how do rocks sleep?” HA!