Accident

Yesterday was such a great day for me. My girls put on those dresses that my mom got for them from the Philippines. Yes, even Buggy Bug put it on without a fight because the previous week I kept telling her:

Me: Buggy Bug, I'm going to make you wear that dress to church on Sunday.
Buggy Bug: What dress?
Me: The dress that made you cry, remember?
Buggy Bug: Okay, but I won't cry because I'm a big girl. Big girls don't cry.

She's really been into this "big girl" thing for a while. For those of you who know her well, she's even gotten rid of her blankie "Mimi" out of the blue. I think it was last Thursday where she said:

Buggy Bug: Mommy, I'm a big girl now, so I'm not going to suck my thumb and I don't need Mimi anymore.

I was skeptical at first, so I would keep Mimi in my purse for when she asked for it, but it's Monday and she hasn't asked for it once and as a result, her thumb, which has been red and chapped for the past year, is slowly on the mend.

But this is the real kiddie kwote that I wanted to post. On the way home from my yearly Mother's day lunch at Sizzler, I heard two smacks.

*smack* *smack*
I turn around in my seat:

Me: What was that?
Sonny: Buggy Bug just hit me on my arm for no reason. *funny face*
Me: Buggy Bug, why did you hit your brother?
Buggy Bug: It was an accident.
Me: What were you trying to do?
Buggy Bug: I don't know, but it was an accident.

You know, she sure gets into a lot of these "accidents."