I was sitting at the computer and Aimee came down the stairs and sadly said, "I sad."
I asked her why and she said,
"I bwoke my aaam" (arm)
"Where?" I asked her.
"wight hewe," she said, pointing to her elbow.
"You kiss it?"
How could I deny this sweet little girl a kiss on her "broken elbow"?
So I kissed it and she said, "I all better now."
Isn't she the cutest thing?
Some of you might remember that Aimee did, indeed, break her arm a few months ago as she fell from the rail at the bottom of my bed. Poor girl handled it with the strength of someone much older than her years. I sure love this cute little girl and if she is the last baby we're allowed to have she is the sweetest joy I could ever have imagined.
We're still hoping for a #4 but it hasn't happened yet.
Still, I can enjoy my 3. I love sweet moments kissing elbows and bumps and scratches.
And, with three crazy, active, bouncing-off-of-the-walls girls we have plenty of scrapes and bumps to kiss.