Molly is in town for the holiday, hot on the heels of her most recent return to the States from India. It's great having her around to hug on and laugh with, the whole family together, unabated noise and nonstop bustle.
Bella, as vigilant a three-year old as ever was, took keen notice of the new tall girl in town, and all the attention she was getting. Molly reports that when the two of them were a bit aside from the group, Bella caught and held Molly's eye and said slowly, distinctly and very pointedly, "My grandma. My nanna."
Interloper, be warned.
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Well, you didn't mention the REALLY weird part -- how I woke up the next morning with a detached barbie head under the covers next to me!
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