Big Red Chair in Vicenza
Me: Maddy, would you please stop growing up? You are breaking my heart each day. I want my Baby Girl.
Maddy: Momma. I have to grow. My legs, my fingers, my head. It's just all growing, Momma.
She then looks down at her stomach and says -- Grow tummy, grow!
Me: Monella! (loose translation -- brat, but in a sweet way) When you grow up you can no longer live with Momma and Daddy.
That's when she lost it.
Tears, screams, wailing on the floor. . .
"No, no, no!"
{Think she has some separation issues?}
We reassured her (with big white lies) and told her that she could indeed
live
with us
forever
and ever.
A stellar senior student recentlyThis Baby Girl gift is my most precious reason for thanks.
told me that her mom offered to go to college with her.
"We could get an apartment together," she offered.
Natalie politely declined her mom's offer.
I so completely understand that mom.
Fully.
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