Me: Cordelia, I love you.
CML: I love cake.
Me: Yes, of course. Anyone else you love?
CML: Candy.
Me: And...anyone else?
CML: Cody. And I love Daddy. That's all, Shannon.
P.S. Now that she has started calling me "Shannon" or "Shan-Shan" pretty much exclusively, Cody--after almost two years of addressing me thus--is back to "Mommy."
You can't make it up.
On the other hand, last night Cody's ongoing sickness devolved further and we wound up at the pediatrician until nearly 9. Double ear infection, strep test (negative thank goodness), and an absolutely miserable little coughing child. JVL was up in DC at work and fought through the Thanksgiving traffic to meet us there. He offered to take Cordelia home to put her to bed and she (figuratively) put her hands on her hips and said, "No! I do not want to go home! I need to stay here at the doctor to support Cody!"
(This support was short-lived when it came time for her strep test and ear exam. Then, it was a wail: "I am ready to go to the car!") But it's the thought that counts. She does love, love, love her brother.
And, cake.
2 comments:
Well, for what it's worth .... I love Shannon. More than Cake AND Candy!
Cake has done so much to earn her love, after all. I choose to think that by "cake" she meant "Aunt Kelly."
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