After tub time, My Joy likes for me to pick her up and stand in the mirror and hug her—like I did when she wasn’t half my size. Last night—
My Joy: Pick me up, please.
Me: I did pick you up (literally sitting on the side of the tub with her wrapped in her towel and in my arms)
My Joy: No, you didn’t because you didn’t stand up.
Me: 🙄 and TF (in my head, of course)
I stand up.
Me: Are you a baby or a big girl?
My Joy: (looks at me in the mirror) I just wanna be ‘Mommy’s baby.’
This is mastermind-style manipulation from a four-year old, bruh. I was about to put her down and apparently she knew, hitting me dead in the heart with that line. I coo-ed and oo-ed and ahhh-ed while holding her heavy butt in my arms for at least another full minute.