B and I were cuddling in my bed this morning and she retold me a story.
"Last night, T came in my room when she woke up and she told me to sink [think] about good sings [things]. Not bad sings."
I said, "She did, huh? That was sweet of her."
She nodded solemnly. "But now, I want to draw bad sings."
I drew my eyebrows together, confused. "You want to draw bad things?"
She nodded again. "Yeah!" she chirped. "Monsters biting me and bugs biting me."
"How come?" I asked.
"Cuz I'm not scared! Now where are the crayons? And, Mom, I need lots and lots of pink paper."
Evidently the formula for curing 'fraidyness is a sisterly pep talk and lots of pink paper.
LOL. I love my kids.
