She seemed to be delighted with what she did receive, however. Some little gems below:
S. (hugging pillow close to her chest): A Thomas pillow. I haven't had one of these for years, and years, and years. I looooove it.
Me: I don't think you were alive years, and years, and years ago.
S.: I just looooove it.
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S. (crawling around on the floor playing with a new Thomas the Tank Engine bridge and water tower): Santa brought me a Thomas bridge. Just what I asked for. I loooooove it. (For the record, so far as I know, she never asked Santa for anything Thomas-related)
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S. (playing with a new plastic horse): His name is Frisky. He's a horse and I loooove him.
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S.: Santa left candy canes on the tree? I looooove them.
Me: Look, we have red raspberry flavored ones and brown cinnamon flavored ones.
S.: I loooove cinnamon and I loooooove raspberry.
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I have no idea where all this effusiveness has come from. It leaves me wondering if we have a future drama queen on our hands. How did the most laidback baby in the known universe turn into this, this three year old?!?!
M.W.
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