A few days ago, Adelaide was helping me carry some things out to the car when a plastic cup fell out of my grip and onto the concrete. “Shoot!” I said.
Later that day, Laidey dropped her sippy cup. “Shoo!” she said.
Then, just the other day, she pulled a chair into the kitchen while I was making cookies:
(Don’t worry, it’s a butter knife.)
Needless to say, Kyle and I have become increasingly aware of our little copycat.
Incidentally, the radio announcer talking in the background is eulogizing Mitch Miller, who passed away last week at the ripe old age of 99. I would like to include my own tribute to Mitch, whose record album covers always elicit smiles from Kyle and me when we inevitably find them in thrift stores.
I hope he’s singing along with the angels today.