Several days later.Mommy: What a good helper, Thank You. Riley: You're Welcome! Mommy: Should we have a cookie now? Riley: Yes. I'm two, two cookies!
This morning Riley was laying in my bed talking to me and Mike was still dozing. She kept asking me to sing Tiny Tim faster and faster. She thought it was very funny. Eventually, Mike stirred and Riley gave him some hugs.Riley: Good Mornin'! Daddy: Hi, Riley Riley: (pointing to the flowers I got in the hospital)they're not (s)cary. Want to (s)mell them! Daddy: They don't really have a smell Riley: It's ok, they're not (s)cary. (s)mell them! Daddy: Ok (they "smell them) (Riley stands up to look out the window and notices some green paint spots on the the white tile window sill) Riley: Uh-oh! Daddy (s)pilled some paint. Daddy: Where? Riley: On dare! (points to the window) Daddy: Oh Riley: It's white not green. Don't paint there. Daddy: Ok Riley: Green for walls. You're supposed to be sorry. Daddy: (laughing) I'm sorry, Riley.