And a little hurt.
Our youngest Grandlittle told me on Monday I was her BFF.
She told me twice in the car.
And once when we got home.
She was soooo sweet sitting there with her Rapunzel book. "Gwamma, Can you read this to me? You are my BFF!"
I told her I loved her and read it to her...three times...
When it got to be close to the time for her to go home, I gave her a giant hug and told her I had a happy day with her. I told her that's what BFF's do...have happy days together.
She looked at me.
"Weee...llll," she said in her chirpy little voice, "You are my BFF, but Isaac is also my BFF."
"Who's Isaac?" I inquired sulkily.
"You know, that boy at soccer practice...he might be my BFF. Well...and... if Cinderalla came to visit me, she would be my BFF!"
"Hey? What about me? I thought I was your BFF!" I pouted.
"Gwamma, don't be silly. Of COURSE, you are my BFF...hmmm... but what if I meet an imaginary elf...maybe the imaginary elf would be my BFF."
I'm not going to lie here. Being replaced by an possible imaginary elf really hurt my feelings.
I guess that's what happens when you have a BFF that's four years old.
Maybe you'd like to be BFF's, instead!
Yeah, that would be all kinds of cool.
We can be BFF's for a long, long time...or at least until I meet an imaginary elf.