"Did she just say what I think she said?" I asked Drew a few nights ago.
And indeed she had.
"MEAN MOMMY!" from my sweet little baby's mouth.
She kept saying it over and over as I ushered her back in her bed. I did my best to try not to laugh because I know soon enough it won't be as funny.
I often brush off Bridget's savvy language skills and survivor intuition because she's the fourth kid. She's got to keep up with the other three as they scooter down the hill at stomachache-inducing speeds.
If no one gets her a snack, she climbs to the top of the pantry and grabs it herself.
And the things she says, well, let's just say I'd turn my head around if I heard it come out of some other 2-year old's mouth.
But I'm starting to think that it's just who she is, my little sparkplug.
Happy 2nd Birthday, Bridgety!