So I'm standing at the stove this afternoon checking the broccoli that I have steaming in the pot and I hear, "No, Elsie!" Even though this is a phrase that I hear almost hourly, I turn around to check on the situation. There's Elsie climbing on Mary Grace's back, squeezing her neck and trying to kiss her. Mary Grace says, "Mommy, she's squeezing me!" Being the good mother that I am, I try to foster sisterly affection by telling Mary Grace, "She's just trying to give you love! She loves you so much!" To which Mary Grace replies: "But that's too much love!"
Since I ddn't know there was such a thing, I decide to ignore the situation and turn back to my steaming pot of broccoli. THUD! Oooh, that's Elsie's head hitting the tile floor. I turn around to see a tangle of chubby arms and legs wrestling on the floor. Apparently, Mary Grace was not up for too much love tonight.
After a paci and a blankie and a little motherly love, Elsie was fine.
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