Today I learned that I have raised a prissy, little girl. I was leaning down to give her a kiss this evening and she covered her head while warning me, "Don't mess up my hair Mommy!"
But I'm not too worried because as she was helping me dig through the garden, she picked up (with her bare hands) an earth worm and stared at it for a while. I watched her in disbelief as she touched and examined this slimy, wiggling, worm. "What do earthworms do Emma?" I asked. Her response was awesome...
"They poop in the dirt and make the plants grow!"
Emma- 8 months
Could it be that I'm raising a sort of Norman Rockwell, scrapes-on-the-knees-but-bows-in-the-hair type of girl? I hope so.