My finger, my finger...

Grace is sooooo sweet. Tonight we were at Home Depo looking for items for the house, and Grace was acting like a four year old - touching everything and talking loudly (go figure, right?). I'd asked her to stop touching everything, for fear she was going to break something but she must not have heard me over all the talking she was doing. All of a sudden, after running her hand up and down some plastic bins she yells, "my finger, my finger - it's bleeding!" Sure enough it was, she must have cut it on a small piece of plastic. Grace started to panic... so we found Daddy. Daddy took Eva, and Mommy produced a "ban-ban" aka: band-aid.

Okay are you ready, b/c here comes the sweet part... after placing the band-aid on her little finger, Grace looks up at me and says, "Mommy, thank you so much for bring that ban-ban w/ you, just in case my finger got hurt." I LOVE LOVE LOVE that she believes so deeply in me, knowing that I'm there just to take care of her. I wish I could make her feel like that every day. So sweet, makes me melt, but then I'm her Mom-mom:-)