Courtney had just had a bath and was wrapped up in her fluffy pink hooded towel. I cuddled her and sang her the song I've sung all my kids after their baths as little ones and then asked her sweetly:
"Courtney, are you my pretty girl?"
Courtney: "No."
"You're not?...Well, what are you then?"
[long pause, then very matter of fact]
"Um...a cock-a-dile."
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Ha! I always tell Shirley she is my special girl (Richard is my big boy), and the other night I asked her if I'm her special mama. She said, "No. My dad is my special dad."
So there you go.
They're so nice.
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