Tonight after a very long evening at the park, I brought the girls home a bit late but began our nightly routine of bath/books/bed. Paloma was on the grouchy side since it was way past her bedtime and she wasn't getting her nightly snack. After her bath she began fussing, whining, and crying about her diaper or her Dora nightgown - to be quite honest, I'm not sure what all the commotion was about. I looked at Mattea and said
Me: "Why is she crying?"
Mattea: "I don't know."
Me: As Paloma continues to carry on. "She is kind of a crybaby huh?"
Mattea: "Let's put her to sleep."
I guess that can be deciphered in multitude of ways, but the way in which she blurted it out was too darn cute not to share. I guess true feelings emerge at the funniest of times.