the way it is

Dear Della,

Last night, we were all in the kitchen cooking dinner and getting ready for Thanksgiving when Daddy tooted. On the loud side. Here is the conversation that ensued (with me giggling in the background):

"You can't be in the band!"

"Why?"

"Acuz you tooted!"

"People in the band toot. And you toot too."

"Yeah, but I toot sparkles!"

I love you,

Mama

last night in bed

Dear Della,

Last night while getting into your bed, you were wrestling around with your pillows a little. You have 3 in your bed, a full sized, feather pillow with a green, polka dot pillow case, a small fuzzy one that Granna gave you with "Princess" on it and a medium sized, feather pillow with a flower pillow case that I made that you always used when you had your toddler bed.

Now that you have the setup, here is your dialog.

"I don't want to sweep wif dis big piwwow," as you hand it to Daddy.

"I want to sweep wif dis little one," as you rest your head on the fuzzy, Princess pillow. "Dis one is too soft!".

Daddy gently suggests that you sleep with the flower pillow, and you try that one out.

"Dis one is too fwowewy," (translation: flowery) as you reach for the big one on the floor.

"Dis one is not too polka dotty!" and you lay down, content.

I love you,

Mama