I left my house at 4:45 pm yesterday to pick up my friend, my mom, and my mom's friend and make our way two counties over to see The Color Purple (which was fantastic). I didn't get home until 12:45 am and wasn't asleep until 1:30 am.
Hence, I was seriously dragging this morning. At what felt ridiculously early but was really 8 am, I opened my eyes and there was a big girl moon face one centimeter from my nose. I have no idea how long she had been there, but she was just staring at me. I jerked back and she said, "Hey mama! I got my Wensnay!"
Me: Your what?
Bella: My Wensnay! WENSNAY!
I decided to leave it alone and just began the process of getting us both out the door and to her school in time. Every time I'd try to move her along (let's get dressed, hold still so I can fix your hair, yes you have to brush your teeth), she'd say "I sure do yub my Wensnay!"
Finally we were ready to go. I was buckling her into her car seat when it came to a head.
Bella: You yike my wensnay, mom?
Me: Honey, I don't know what your wensnay is.
Bella: No. My WENSNAY.
Me: Your Wednesday?
Bella: Yep. I yub it.
Me: Today is Wednesday. You love today?
Bella: No, not today! My wensnay. It my favowite.
Me: Where is your Wednesday?
And that child. That child of mine. Totally pointed at her vagina, which we call her 'china' and which she's been obsessed with lately ... to the point that the Mountain Man has threatened to put it in a box and lock it in a closet.
She pointed at it said, "My daddy told me I gotta pud away my 'shynah, so I callin dis my wensnay!"
Lord help us.