More Fun With the 2-year-old

I went to my mom's after work last night since William and Lucy were planning to leave this morning. I took my laundry and raided their fridge for leftovers, then spent the evening soaking up quality time with Lucy. We had loads of fun doing this and that, reading, playing, etc. I gave her a bath, and she had great fun farting in the water. That girl loves gas. She's one of us, alright.

As I was putting her to bed, she wanted to jump on the bed (which is just a foam mattress on the floor, so it was fine with me). She insisted that I join her, so she made me take off my shoes and jump. I hadn't worn socks all day, and everyone knows how my feet can be...but she insisted. Then she grabbed my hand and said "Come on, Meg."
"Where are we going, Lucy?"
"To the bathroom."
"Do you have to use the potty?"
"No, we have to wash your feet."

Burn. She got a washcloth, wet it with freezing cold water, and washed my feet. I guess I was put in my place by a 2 year old...nice.

I gave her hugs and kisses and was on my way out the door when she called to me "Meg! I have something for you!" I turned around and went back, just as she reached in her nose, pulled out the mother of all boogers, and handed it to me. Yep, she's a Massie. I'm going to miss her...

Peace.