Dear One has always been a term of endearment in my family. Once when my father called Phoebe "Dear One," she began repeating it, singing it really, as she ran around the house.
Surely I should be grading papers or working on my grad school portfolio, but here I am creating a blog for my dear one. Today before nap she insisted on holding both Mr. Peanut banks. First she told me he was dancing. Then she said he was NOT on his "tipper toes."
2 comments:
"tipper toes" that might be the cutest line I have heard in awhile.
I KNOW. She also has a "dancie dance" that involves her "tipper toes."
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