One of the recent viral pieces to float around my part of the web was "Reasons my son is crying". I empathize with the author (Freya cried the other day because I took my own socks off when we laid down together for a nap). I found however, that I mostly felt sorry for the kids in the pictures and decided to take a moment and celebrate the weirdness that makes Freya happy. She has lots of typical toddler loves like blueberries, feeding the ducks and sweet Moses, muddy puddles. Here, though, are 8 things that make Freya who she is:
It's trash day.
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| Watching the rubbish truck from her window |
She knows the word "damn".
She can make the light saber "ohhmmm" sound.
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| Helping Pappa hang laundry with the aid of her trusty light saber. |
The washing machine is on.
We have a carpet sweeper.
The plexiglass on the bus stop makes a sweet banging sound.
Simply Irresistible is playing on the radio. (runner up = The Chicken Dance)
She is jumping up and down on manhole covers.
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