#38
I walk in at bedtime to find Rockstar reading in his usual corner under the reading lamp, and the Miss balancing on the other end of the bed casually practicing her aim at him with her soft toys…
Me: You know, when you were a baby, you admired and looked up to your brother so much…
Miss: What?
Me: You used to follow Ko-ko around and look up at him adoringly when you were a baby.
Miss: Miss was baby. Now Miss not baby.
Rockstar: <not looking up, as usual> Yeah now I’m ignoring you. Anyway you still can’t hit anything. Ouch. (Soft toy bounces off his shoulder.)
The Rockstars ham it up with Uncle Sheep
Yes! Miss Rockstar is all grown up now. I still remember reading your post about the joyful news of welcoming her into this world.
Sigh they change back and forth SO much ok, in the course of their few years…