My girl started making miis this morning.
She made one for me and she was very pretty. She agonized over each detail “Are these eyebrows like yours, Mama?” “Which eyes do you like best for you?” “This hair looks like your hair.”
When she got through she named her Mommii. And wanted me to see what she had so lovingly created.
She was beautiful. I told her so and smiled and praised her abundantly.
And then giggled to myself.
She was fat. And not just a little. Like a whole lot. While I was still laughing over my mii (which for the record I have LOST 2 pounds in the last week thankyouverymuch!) she created a new guy.
And my 3 year old BigMan said, “Hey, that looks like the dude on American Idol who said, ‘I’m gonna shoot this straight to the moon!’” I looked and cracked up!! He did!!
And then my girl saved him and called him “Dad”.
