Of all three of my children, Lizzy is by far the most nurturing. She is obsessed with baby dolls and strollers. The other night she had a doll next to her in the chair at dinner time. She was talking to me, feeding herself, and then feeding her doll. It was like looking in a mirror and seeing a reflection of myself four years ago.
After dinner, I went down to my office to work on an order and I stubbed my toe. I let out a loud wail and Lizzy came running to me. Kerpatrick was trying to corral her up to bed, but she told him that she had to take care of mommy.
Lizzy sweetly came into my office to find me holding my foot. She said, "Let me kiss it, mommy. I'll make it feel better." She kissed my foot and politely smiled. She then turned around to head out the door where Kerpatrick was standing. She discretely tried to whisper to him, but I could hear her say, "Man, that stinks."
Kerpatrick added in, "Yeah. I wouldn't have kissed mommy's foot if I were you." Lizzy said again, "Wow, I mean, it's really smelly."
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