(from La Petite Belle’s mouth last night)

“God, help Daddy get a car. And, God help that car to be suh-weet!” (This made me giggle.)
“And, help K Belle (used real name) to want to kiss me on the lips.” (That one made me sad. I gave her my wise counsel … “Don’t worry about it. She’s becoming one of those weird teenagers. Pretty soon, you won’t want to kiss her on the lips anyway.” Then, Beau and I proceeded to shower her with lip kisses.)