That's a Promise

Sydney has a new catchphrase: "That's a promise."

Last week it was "That really happened."

She also processes experiences like her mama. By talking about them. A lot. Over and over again. Hmmm. Maybe someday she'll have a blog.

Anyway, her most recent unfortunate experience involves falling off of her changing table. She was standing, trying to pull up a pair of shorts and lost her balance and fell. Her retelling goes something like this:

"I fall off my changing table. And I hurt my head. And my dada help me. And that really happened."

Last night, a friend of hers fell while he was here.

"And Enzo fall. And he hurt is head. And his mama helped him. And when I fall, I hurt my head. And my dada help me. And we all fall and mama and dada help. And that's a promise."

Yeah it is.