ICE MEAM!

Yesterday we went to the grocery store and brought home some ice cream. Harper saw what we had purchased and was extremely interested in having some. Since she had just had a few cookies I gave her one small bite of ice cream and told her she could have some more "tomorrow." That seemed to appease her and we went on our merry way.

This morning Erica and I were lying in bed, fast asleep, when a loud voice from the room next door penetrated our slumber. "Daddy, wake up! Wake up daddy! ICE MEAM DADDY! WAKE UP!"

I gotta start watching what I say, because Harper doesn't let anything past her these days. I always thought that once she understood what "tomorrow" meant that she wouldn't be our little baby girl anymore. Looks like those days are over.