Every once in a while I still get up in the wee small hours of the morning to meet Hummus Girl for a pee-pee date in the bathroom. Yes, that's really what we call them. Here's this morning's transcript:
HG = Hummus Girl
M = Me, Mom
Entire conversation is whispered.
HG: {referring to her pajama waistband} These are leaving patterns...square patterns on me. I don't like it.
M: {tired smile} Oh. Hmm.
HG: In the past few days, when I've had to go poo or pee, the toilet paper has been like this {hand gesture} instead of like this. I spinned and spinned it. It's like a ferris wheel.
M: Oh. Who did that, I wonder?
HG: I don't know. I like it this way.
M: Me too.
HG: Did you guys have popcorn last night?
M: No, we didn't. Why?
HG: 'Cause I was hoping you saved us some.
M: Oh. Well, I can make you some today if you want.
HG: OK. I hope you can try to make it buttery.
M: Goodnight, hon. I love you.
{HG and M return to their beds.}
Even half-asleep, she's pure delight. Love that girl.
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This made me smile.
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My name is Jenna and I came across your site. Your kids are beautiful, and handsome, with pretty smiles and cute smiles. What a cute post.
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Ever so sweet.
Gotta love hummus girls random sleepy thoughts!
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