Cuteness

From the basement, I hear the pitter patter of little footprints running across the house. A few seconds later, down the stairs appears a pantsless, poopy bottom toddler. (Don't worry, she did have a pull up on). She proudly hands me an empty wallet, (mine), and was so excited to show me how she pulled every last thing out of it. (I was not so thrilled to see it as she was to show it to me) I take her back up the stairs, change her poopy bum, clean up her mess (with antibacterial stuff all over her bed and floor, don't tell Dora, my chapstick all over her cute little face, and my debit/credit cards, receipts, gift cards, etc everywhere). I told her how dissappointed I was that she was not sleeping, and that she made a mess of my purse, then I laid her down and told her to go to sleep and left the room. I stood outside the door for a few seconds to see if she would get up again, (which she did) or lay down and sleep. She got up and was talking to herself so I opened the door. Before I could say anything she said "Mommy, that hurt my heart". I asked "What hurt your heart, honey?" "It hurt my heart that you got mad at me and left and closed the door." I said "I am sorry I hurt your heart, let me sing you a song and rock you and then I will lay you down to take a nap, ok?" "Ok, mommy" So I did, she is sleeping, and I had to share with you her cuteness...