Ms. Baby spotted some fabric in my pile the other day and said “dess?” (“dress” for those of you that don’t speak Ms. Baby). I said sure, you like that fabric, I’ll make you a dress, just not right now (we were getting ready for bed). She was satisfied that her request had been heard and we moved on.
Fast forward to this morning about an hour before we were set to leave to deliver our Mother’s Day potted bouquettes to Auntie and Memere. While I’m getting ready to go, Madam Bebe comes hobbling up the stairs, a large piece of fabric in her hand. The conversation goes something like this (keep in mind she’s got a pretty significant speech delay):
Me: Hey ChiChi, you need something?
MB: Me, ChiChi, dess!
Me: Yeah, I know you want a dress with that fabric, I’ll make you one, just not today, we have to go to Memere’s… [I trail off into momma blah blah blah].
MB: No… Me, ChiChi, DESS!
Okay then…
She wouldn’t take it off to go to bed. Happy Mother’s Day to me!!!
ps. lobster + ghee + sea salt = happy (thanks again mom!)
