This morning after tears and a desperate plea for a band aid Asher said, "I have a very bloody wound, you just can't see the blood. Trust me I need a band aid!"
I did show compassion and love but he didn't get a band aid.
Last night our neighbor came outside as Cora was riding down the sidewalk on Asher's scooter. He chose his words carefully as he asked, "How old is she?"
"Two," I replied.
"Oh, is that why she is so," long pause, "up and down, up and down? One minute she is laughing the next screaming or crying."
"No", I replied, "she is just a diva."
Jesse and I keep laughing at our sweet neighbors attempt to understand Cora's dramatic flair in life. She really, really is such a character. Oh boy.
3 comments:
Yay for new blogs posts! I love that Cora diva girl!!
Oh your precious little diva sounds like my little dude...we call him Jekyll/Hyde sometimes b/c how quick he switches from happy to furious to happy to mad is crazy!!!
YEA!!
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