Gracen: (standing 5 feet away while pretending to rub hands together) Dry, dry, dry, Mama? Hands dry, dry, dry?
Mama: Are you hands wet, Grae?
Gracen: (slowly nodding while shaking her head) Dirty.
Mama: Your hands are dirty? Do you mean ‘wash, wash, wash’?
Gracen: (nodding, cautiously shows hand with thumb and pointer all covered in orange-ish guck, worried look on her face) Mama happy? Mama happy?
Mama: (puzzled and running through the laundry list of things that could be the source of the guck)
Gracen: (now nodding purposefully and looking as though she’s trying to convince me of the fact that I am indeed feeling happy) Happy Mama?
Mama: (stern mommy voice in play) What did you get into, Lulu?
Gracen: Nooooo. Mama happy!
Mama: Show Mama what you were touching.
Gracen: (puts head down and reluctantly walks to the kitchen)
Mama: (quickly surveying the scene) What were you touching, Grae?
Gracen: (slowly raises arm and points to counter with the fruit bowl on it)
Mama: (sees the step stool pulled up to the counter and a very ripe mango with a giant finger poke hole in it)
Gracen: (cocks head to the side and stretches on a forced little smile) Mama happy?
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:D Hahaha, that’s adorable. Ally got into some mischief once and told me that it was okay that I was mad, but she still loved me. No matter what.
Oh my goodness – that’s adorable! I think I’d melt on the spot!