Obviously not my kid

Yesterday, when Lillian woke up, Erik asked, "Guess what??" In a very interested whisper, she asked, "What?" back.

Erik: It snowed!

Lily: It did? I want to see!

Erik held her up to the window to see the disastrous white stuff that fell during the night that means the end of my life as I know it. (A tad too dramatic? Sorry.)

Lily: Oooooo! I LOVE snow. Oh no! I don't have snow boots!

Erik: We'll have to buy you some, I guess.

Lily: Yeah. Let's do that! (her new favorite phrase) Mommy doesn't like snow.

You got that right, kiddo. But I guess I should just be happy that this year, she's actually excited to see the snow because last year, she wouldn't walk on it. All all. Not one boot-covered toe was ever to touch that cold white stuff. So taking advantage of the excitement while we could, we went out last night and bought some adorable snow boots, trying very hard to keep her line of sight away from the Dora the Explorer ones. Amazingly, she did see them and put them back when we asked her to. Maybe she'll turn out to be an obedient child after all.

Now I guess all we have left to get is the small snowmobile she suddenly thinks she needs. (Daddy's is too big. She needs a small, pink one.) I'd say Erik's brainwashing her, but I was there when that phrase (I need a small one.) came out of her mouth. All on its own. Completely unrehearsed. That and her small motorcycle because Daddy's is too scary and loud. You should have seen the pure joy on Erik's face.

There's got to be some of me in her somewhere, right? Right? I mean besides the OCD. Anybody???? Sigh.