Dear Annie
This is why you're awesome.
You make mom call me at work so you can talk to me
and make my day 100 percent better with your 3 year old humor.
me: Good Morning
momma: Anna, what are you doing? Annie NEEDS to talk to you.
me: haha ok
annie: anna, what are you doing? I need a dress and high heels.
me: of course you do, you're a princess. what color?
annie: light pink... and white.
and make up. lots and lots of makeup.
me: can you even walk in high heels?
annie: well of course I can. but Mommy will say no and if I walk in the snow my socks will get wet.
my dad is going to win!
me : what?! {then I remembered she loves to watch her dad's football highlight films}
annie: yes. he is fast. I'm not because I'm the baby. Let me show you how fast I CAN'T run. {as I hear her huffing & puffing, running across the living room}
um do I talk up here or down there? Anna this phone is big and my ear is short.
I'm tired. Aunt Jeannie, hold my hair, its tired.
then she trailed off and told me some other super important things {what kind of cupcakes she wants for her birthday in march and how she wants to ride her bike with Scout} pretty much I can't get a word in edgewise.
better than sunshine.
