Phoebe and I made it to the library for Arabic toddler time this morning, which was so great! It's a pity she's aging out of toddler time because it's right at her my level. The librarian leading it just welcomed us in, hardly translated anything for Phoebe, and made her repeat Arabic words, just like she did with all the (actual) Arabic speakers.
It was perfect.
When we left, it was so windy.
"Hold up," I said (carelessly), observing my shadow as the wind whipped my hair around. "I need to put my hair into a ponytail really quick so I don't look so awful."
"Mommy!" Phoebe gasped, having taken grave offense. "You don't look awful. You are so beautiful!"
Noted.
I was unduly critical. And I shouldn't be modeling such bad self talk.
But I still forced my hair into a ponytail because, uh....
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