When I Grow

Nora's been talking a lot about what she's going to do when she grows, grows, grows and get big like me.

The conversations are so scattered and the connectivity in her thoughts is wanting.

So far I've gathered that she thinks her spirit means it's her job.

She also thinks spirit means 'you listen to children'.

She says she has to stand on her stool in the bathroom and get pretty because that also is her job.

She does love her make-up and having lots of bows and ponytails.

She painted all my nails turquoise blue yesterday, except for my middle finger on my left hand...it was fuchsia because it was special. Mimi bought her this, umm awesome, polish collection when she was here last month. I think Nora adds mass to her body with the amount of paint she applies to fingers and toes. All by herself. I cringe when she opens the bottles near the carpet.

I don't know about all this. Maybe her inner self is already telling her to go into beauty school? Is she an artist in the making like mommy?

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And then there was this tonight during snuggle chat.

''Mommy, you have big boobs.''

''Um yeah. I guess I do'' (of course that's all enhanced because of the breastfeeding, still shrinking back down)

''How do I get big boobs?''

''You uh have to grow''

''I grow and grow and get big boobs!''

If genetics have a say in it honey, yes you will be blessed with a large chest. Hopefully, you will be just as excited about it 10 or so years from now.