She pointed to the letter and said, "M. Mmmm." I praised her recognition and said, "Yes. M! M is for Madigan!"

"And Mommy!" she said.

In that moment, my heart swelled to the size of a small submarine and crushed all of my other organs rendering them inoperable.

Pay no attention to the fact that she was pointing to the letter "N" on the CAUTION portion of the wet floor sign.

***

I feel like I can finally vouch that my kid is "fun" and not have people humor me. Like, yeah, totally Kendra! All those months of her loafing like an overfilled jelly doughnut in the Boppy were a stinking riot! I really think she is hilarious and so bright, of course I do, it's my job to think so, but it's such a blessing that others can now enjoy the company of her bright-eyed wonderment, her pipsqueaky laughter, the confident marching and syncopating swing of those precious little pigtails.

***

Don't mess. I've got Uncle Albert's weaponry.

I find her lounging like this 2-3 times/day.

Open up, shweets.