This is the girl...

... that regularly calls me:

"Poopy, Poopy, Poopy, you're a meaner."

I think you all know who I'm talking about.

Today, she did not want me to go to ballet.

Especially when she heard she was having a peanut butter sandwich for dinner. That, apparently, was the clincher.

"I will come to ballet with you," she said.

"No," I said.

Insert: weeping, and wailing, and gnashing of teeth.

"You do not have enough birthdays," I said.

And since she cannot remember actually ever having had a birthday... poor January girl... she understood.

So, tonight when I got home Justin said that the girls had told me that:

"I could come in and see them when I got home, if I wanted to."

I was sure they were asleep when I crept in.

I gave E a kiss.

I went to M's bed.

Her arms were up.

"Hi," she said, in a sweet and dreamy voice.

I told her I loved her, gave her a hug, and went to leave.

And then she said, like she really truly cared, because, I think she did, even as a 2 year old.

"Did you have fun at your ballet class, Momma?"

Not, did you have fun without me, but did you have fun because I really hope you did.

Take that meaner, meaner, pooper head.

She does love me.