On Sunday: F’s scrunched up her nose in concentration as she tries to recall the name of the holiday. All morning long she’s been discussing the day and how we’re going to celebrate it, except she never pronounces the word “celebrate” correctly, and it comes out in a slightly different form each time, ellerate, ahlerate… Now she’s muttering under her breath a list of holidays that she knows aren’t right.
Easter? Valentine’s Day? Ugh, mom, what IS today?
Moth… I start to say and it’s enough of a hint, so then she yells:
Mother’s Day! Yes, that’s it! Mother’s Day! Today we tolerate Mother’s Day!