Today, as we got out of the car to go to the Grocery Outlet, I pulled Isabella out of the car and put her on the cement. She proceeded to spit (a large amount for a little girl) on the concrete.
As she looked at her enormous pile of spit she laughed in proud admiration.
As I looked at husband in humorous disgust, (because of course this one is his fault), he laughed.
Oh, the age of copying everything we do has officially begun.
Lord, please help me to be a better example!
