However some stories are just too fun not to write down. Today I was with my 3 year old when she turns to me and says "Mommy let me brush your hair, so you can look pretty for your boyfriend." She then proceeded to brush my hair as she gave me wise romance advice..."now don't kick him in the teeth ok? You can stomp on strawberries or just eat them, ok? You can dance with him and then fight the bad guys ok?" As I giggled at the idea's that must be rolling around in her head I called for my hubby as I usually do when I'm calling him for one of the girls "Daddy, come here please." This was unacceptable to my Baby Bird who quickly informed me that daddy is my boyfriend so in her words... "Mommy you have to call him Prince."
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