Okay – I’ve got another one. As you may have guessed from my last post, Eleanor cracks me up.
Every time she throws another gem at me, I think, “I need to write this stuff down.”
Anyway – here it is. When she’s not wearing dresses, Eleanor can also be found in summer pjs covered in stars. She loves them and calls them her “star pajamas.” She’s so creative…where does she come up with this stuff?!
Well the other morning while entrenched in some early a.m. mother torture, she was wearing her star pjs and doing a little water color painting. I came over to admire her work and commented that I loved her precise, linear style.
Her response? “Yeah – I’m a star.”
I love how my kids are at an age when humility or self deprecating protests are incomprehensible. I’ll cry when that ends…
So of course, I agreed, “yes – you are a star sweetie.”
She looked pleased with herself and elaborated, “uh huh – I’m a star in my pants.”
Dream big, baby – dream big.