As I'm working today, I keep getting the sense that someone is "hovering". So I turn around to find me handsome little man, Bri standing their and he smiles and asks, "Is it right, mama?"
"Is what right?"
"The banka right?"
I conclude that he's asking me if I'm doing my job right, LOL, and then go on to tell him it is.
"Bri see it?"
"Yeah, climb up here and look"
"Girlie Girl banka, mama. Banka not for Bri?"
"No, it's for Layla, your cousin"
"Layla, baby girl?"
"Yeah"
and he walks off, content that I now know what I'm doing, and returns about every 5 minutes or so to examine what I've accomplished since last check-in.
I'll edit in a bit and get a pic of the blanket up here.
A Letter To My Daughter
10 years ago
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Ya gotta love little boys...I had 4 of them...
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