I put Isabella down to bed tonight and about 45 minutes later I hear her at the top of the stairs. I run to go check on her. The following is the conversation we had when I got upstairs.

• ME: What are you doing sweetheart?
• ISABELLA: I want to tell you that I’m not going to sleep tomorrow night.
• ME: You’re not going to sleep tomorrow night?
• I: No I’m not.
• ME: Well ok. I guess you better get good sleep tonight then!
• [Isabella runs down the hall to her room]
• I: I was looking EVERYWHERE for you mommy!
• ME: I was downstairs sweetheart.
• I: What were you doing?
• ME: Painting my toenails and watching TV. Remember how you helped me pick out some pretty pink nail polish? Now I’m putting it on.
• I: Can I see?
• ME: I don’t have the color on yet. You can see tomorrow.
• I: Tomorrow I will look and there will be pink all over!
• ME: Yes, something like that…but you have to go to sleep first. And if you go to sleep right away, I’ll make a special surprise for breakfast.
• I: [gasps] What is it?
• ME: You’ll find out in the morning.
• I: But what’s the surprise?
• ME: I’ll make you cinnamon biscuits.
• I: [gasps again and whispers] Cinnamon biscuits!
• ME: But you have to go to sleep right now!
• I: I want to kiss your nose first!
• ME: Ok [leans down toward her. She grabs the side of my face and pulls me close, kissing my nose]

Some of you may think I’m taking poetic license when I type up her sayings – you know, filling in all the prepositions and other words to make a complete sentence.

I don’t.

I type it exactly how she says it. She really does talk that way.

Better go make sure I have everything I need for cinnamon biscuits!

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