Britynism

At Corbin's last baseball game, one of the moms brought her little tiny chihuahuas.  They couldn't have weighed more than a pound or two.  They were micro!  Brityn was in heaven.  She held them and petted them practically the entire game.  She kept saying "they are so cute, huh mom."  Obviously, my level of enthusiasm kept soliciting the same question, over and over again.  As we were walking away, at the end of the game, she turned and looked back at the dogs/rats in the distance and said very methodically,  "They really are amazing creatures."  

Someone has a flair for the dramatic.

p.s. She lost her last baby tooth last night and left a note for the tooth fairy that read:

Dear Tooth Fare:

I wold like a braslit please. Like Madison L.'s.*

-Brityn

I'm sorry.  Am I out of the loop?  I didn't realize the T.F. took requests.  She's not Santa for crying out loud!  Think how silly she feels when she waltz's into the bedroom with some shiny new quarters, only to find a wish list.  Outdone by that no good Santa, AGAIN!

*A few weeks ago Brityn came home and told me that Madison L. had received a tooth bracelet from the tooth fairy.  It was a pretty bracelet, which she told me had all of Madison's baby teeth on it.  The baby teeth had been shaped into little round ovals, with other sparkly beads added in.  I about threw up in my mouth.  I guess I should have seen this coming.