Smartypants and I  are currently reading a big girl book (i.e. a novel, with few pictures) for the first time.  I'll write more about this in a later post.  But one of the book's central storylines involves a tiny mouse who falls in love with a human princess.  Now, Smartypants finds this notion of love fascinating, and when she gets a new idea in her head it quickly becomes an obsession.

Thus, her Barbie dolls are suddenly falling in love with each other.  As are her stuffed animals.  I could be mistaken, but I think My Little Pony is in love with a frog named Coppernicus.

Yesterday she took things one step further.  She was in the bathroom, supposedly going potty before school, when she laughed uproariously.  "Daddy, come here.  Come here!"

I ran to see if she was okay.   "What's wrong?" I asked.

She continued laughing.  Her hands were wet.  She stood near the sink.  "What's wrong?" I asked again.

My darling daughter looked up at me, grinning, and said:

"The blue soap fell in love with the Dora toothpaste."

"Wonderful.  I'm so happy for them."

And I returned to my lunch.


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