It's bath time now, and Sara is very tired. She should be -- we had a busy, fun day that included a trip to Traders Point Creamery, lunch at a "rest-uh-rant," a shopping trip to Trader Joes (where the pint-sized cart was
manned man-handled by our pint-sized girl), and some playtime outside with kids from the neighborhood.
I often ask Sara to tell me about her favorite thing that she did during the day. This helps me know what she's doing while I'm off at work and keeps me in the loop on preschool drama or Papa's (mis)adventures. I asked her the same tonight, certain I would know the answer. But I was wrong.
"Sara, what was your favorite thing about today?"
"Uhhhhh, right now."
"Really? Taking a bath was your favorite thing?"
"Uhhhhhh, yeah? I fink so?"
"That's OK. It can be your favorite. I was just surprised, because I thought maybe it was when the cow gave you a kiss, or when we went to lunch with Papa, or when we made popsicles, or when you played with Thomas and Abby, or something like that."
"Oh. Spending time wif you was my favorite."
Now, the water was running and she wasn't looking at me, and I was busy making sure that the bubbles were really foaming up for a super-sudsy bath. So I wasn't sure I heard what I thought I heard.
"I said SPENDING TIME WIF YOU WAS MY FAVORITE."
Funny. Spending time wif her was my favorite, too.