It's unseasonably cold outside and rainy and gross, so we are winding down from a fun weekend with a little Cinderella. C is holding her baby Cinderella, in a complete Disney-induced trance.
Then, I hear her talking to her baby.
"Calm down, Cinderella. You okay? You alright? You sweepy?"
She then rocks her and gently places her down in front of her, covers her with a blanket, and pats her.
"Night night, Cinderella."
Then she put her to bed in a bowl.
Sometimes, I am overwhelmed with her sweetness.