Last night, Brynne and I had our longest conversation to date. Brynne's words are in orange (her favorite color) while mine remain in black.
The setup: Last night we were going to give Ruby her first official bath in a tub. Unfortunately, late in the afternoon I discovered her bathtub had a hole in it. I left it sitting at the top of the stairs when I went to get the girls up from nap. A few hours later, the girls were eating dinner. Mama found a tub we could borrow from a friend of ours, so she was getting ready to go get it.
|They always think we're going either to Walgreen's or church when we leave the house.|
Is Mama going to Walgreen's to get me some medicine (pronounced me-ci-cine)?
No, she's going to get a bathtub from Mrs. Anna?
But we already have a tub.
Yes, we do, but we need to get one for Ruby.
Ruby has one. It's upstairs, lovie.
You're right, but that one has a hole in it.
Ok. We need to put some tape on it to fix it.
That's a great idea, but tape won't hold the water in.
Oh, ok. Papa has to fix Ruby Edith's tub.
The hole is too big to be fixed.
Papa can fix it. Papa can fix anything.
Some things can't be fixed, but thanks for the vote of confidence.
You're welcome. Papa, may I please have some more milk? Yes you may.