I was getting everyone out of the bathtub last night, and was feeling a little rushed to get everything accomplished before bedtime. Eve was first out, so I told her to go get on her panties and find her pjs. She came back to me a few minutes later with a grumpy, whiny voice, grumbling about not being able to find any pjs and "they dont fit" or "these squeeze my arms too tight" or "i dont like them" and I asked her to stop. "Eve. You need to quit complaining and whining. Go into the other room and think about what you want to say to mommy in the right way. Have a good attitude and mommy will help you." "UGH. I just gotta go THINK about what i'm gonna SAY!" Eve fussed as she walked out of the room. She comes back a bit later with this Barbie pad. She turns it towards me and asks me if I can read it. "Eve is SORE?" I said (clearly not thinking about my 5 year old not understanding the concept of double consonants or y's that sound like e's). "I MEANT it to say 'Eve is SORRY.'"
Oh, Eve. That is precious.
My favorite apology EVER.

