When we said goodbye to my mom at the airport a few days ago, Mackenzie said “bye” belatedly, after grandma had already given her a kiss and closed the door.
As I drove away, I hear from the backseat a contemplative, “Oh! That was sad not to say goodbye to Grandma.” Followed by, “Grandma did not kiss me on the cheek. She kissed me on the forehead.”
“She’s a good kisser!”
Yesterday, I busted out a few cans of the playdough we bought for trick-or-treaters. Considering we get around a dozen kids knocking on our door every year, I figured we’d have a can or two to spare in the Costco pack of 60. 😉
Mackenzie asked what we were going to make with it, and I responded with what I felt was an impressive list of possibilities: “Food, animals, faces, flowers, cars, houses, anything you like.”
Her face lit up as a brilliant idea dawned on her. “Oooh! Or we could… cut it in HALF!”
Yes, or that.
In the car on the drive to the farmer’s market today, Mackenzie was cuddling her stuffed bear and cooing to him. She tenderly wrapped him up in a soft blanket and exclaimed over how “precious” and “new” he was and how she was going to “take care” of him.
I thought it was a perfect opportunity to ask Mackenzie what she wants to be when she grows up, and had every anticipation of her responding that she’d like to be a mama.
Without hesitation, she came back with:
“A big monster.”
When pressed, she revealed that she would be a red furry monster but she has a lot of growing up to do before that point.
It’s definitely a bright future ahead.