Best Friends

Last night, I let Amara wait up until Jon returned home from his business trip. We were snuggling on the couch watching "Dumbo." She reached up and put her little arm around my neck, squeezed, and said, "Breh Frehm?"

I asked, "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" because that's very similar to how she says bathroom.

She again said, "Breh Frehm, Mommy?" which told me that I had guessed wrong.

It took me a bit, but I finally realized that she was saying, "Best Friends." I asked her if I was her best friend. She said, "Yep." Then she hugged me again and asked, "Breh Frehm, Mommy?"

I assured her, "Yes, sweet girl."