It's Sunday morning and we just woke up not too long ago, and I can hear quite a ruckus going on in Isabel's room, with lots of grunts and "ouch" exclamations.
Then she came out looking like this and said, "Momma...help"
She's getting dressed all by herself, but typically have a harder time putting on the shirt. She cracks me up so bad sometimes.
There -- all set.
That night, as I was tucking her into bed, she cuddled close to me and said:
Izzy: Momma, I need a sister or brother to play with...
Me: .........I know, dear. I'm sorry.
Izzy: So you need to buy me one so I can play with a sister or a brother. Or I can take Lukey* and he can be my brother
*Lukey is her best friend (Mandy's) little brother
If only it were that easy, my dear.