Many of you have heard me mention before that Bryn is incredibly clingy with me. She wants to be with Mommy all the time. I think this is beautifully demonstrated by the following conversation, which took place between Bryn and I when I was trying to get out the door to go tutor this afternoon:
Me: Brynie, Mommy is going to go teach the kids now.
Bryn: No! Mommy home!
Me: No, sweetie, I need to go teach now.
Bryn: No! Mommy sick.
Me: I'm sick?
Bryn: Okay. Mommy sick. Mommy home.
Me (trying to hide my laughter): No, sweetie, Mommy isn't sick.
Bryn: Oh. (pause, then enthusiastically) Brynie sick.
Me (now laughing out loud): No, honey, you're not sick either.
Bryn (sticking out lower lip, pathetically): Brynie sick.
Me: Oh really? How are you sick?
Bryn (after thinking): Brynie hurt.
Me: You think you're hurt?
Bryn: Okay. Brynie broken.
Me: What's broken?
Bryn: Brynie foot broken.
Considering that she was standing next to me and trying to burrow into my side during this entire conversation, I gathered that she was bluffing, and I left for tutoring a few minutes later. :)