Miss Nylie

Miss Haana's assistant teacher at the Montessori is very popular at our house. She's her favorite! Every evening I am told what Miss Nylie said or did or didn't say or didn't do. When I don't do what I'm expected to do, the little girl gives me an exasperated look, knits her eyebrows, shakes her head, puts her hands on her waist and says "So sad!"- just like Miss Nylie! Usually when I pick the little girl up from school on Fridays she asks me if Miss Nylie can come to our house on Saturday! 

So far I've mostly found these things cute and adorable. Till yesterday little Miss Haana was telling her daddy this:

Daddy, I want you to be my daddy and Miss Nylie to be my Mumma!!!

:-O

My mouth opened to a big "O"! She giggled like it was a shared, delicious, naughty little secret that had gotten out .

Naughty it was! And I wasn't about to let the opportunity go by.

I lamented at how hurt I am that Gugu  said this and how sad I am! She came to me, kissed me, touched my cheeks and told me -"I was just kidding, ok?", and giggled. I said, "No, not ok! Gugu doesn't want me to be the Mumma! I'm so hurt!". This time she came to me, more kisses on my cheeks, more caresses, and she said, "No, no! I want you to be my Mumma, ok? I was only kidding! Ok?". I purr with "Aww, my sweet baby!".

At this time I felt like it was working out for me afterall.. Such deep hugs and kisses for me are usually only afforded when my little baby is asleep! 

I secretly make plans on using this premise for extracting more hugs and kisses at a later time! Devious? Desperate times call for desperate measures!