Thursday, 11 October 2012
Coco & Teddy
This morning Coco came in to our bedroom and 6.45 with her normal question of "is it morning?" meaning is it time to get up (we really must get her her own clock).
I said it wasn't - getting up is to be avoided at all costs until 7.20am - that, in my book, is an acceptable time to get out of bed. So Coco climbed into bed with us. She cuddled up, shocking my legs with her chilly little feet and then had the cheek to complain about my breath being hot.
Then she whispered:
"I'm going to stay six forever (she is four). I don't want to be a grown up because then I won't be able to have my teddy and I love my teddy, I will always want her."
Then she got out of our bed again and went to get her teddy.
I wouldn't particularly have thought to write this as a down except that I just read the latest post by Emily over at The Beetle Shack, and I thought recording this moment will probably bring a smile to my face in years to come. So I did.
This is Coco and Teddy back in the day. Coco was three weeks old here and teddy was fluffy.