In an instant of extreme toddler tiredness,

my daughter asked,

if,

“Mommy

Mommy

Mommy

Can I

Can I wear

your….your…..

um…

your hee-highs?”

I would love to, if they wouldn’t ruin her back

and maybe turn her bony four-year old ankles

into hurting, falling on the floor.

 

 

I love when we, people

and our shorter people

coin the next new hot phrases

out of tired “his-maps”, you know, “miss-haps”?

like when I call Peter and Lori,

“Leter and Pori”.

 

So today,

even though it is a rainy mess outside,

I would very much like to wear

my “hee-highs”

and dissolve into fits of “taugh-ler.”