Eight? Already? That can't be right.
Eight. Holy crap.
He says today, "I'm so glad we bought Lucky Charms! Lucky Charms make my heart SOAR!"
He says today, "Gigi, you are so STUPID!"
He says today, "What the hell are you doing!?" (Indeed, I could ask the same!!! Ahem.)
He says today, "Mama? I love you. Gigi? I love you too. I'm glad I have a little sister."
I have to will my body to relax around him when I get so frustrated or stressed or impatient, and remember just how breakable 8 is. It's still just the smallest, smallest bit.
Or not.
Now with added nutrients.
Elle ne sait pas s'habiller.