i only wear white when it rains

My daughter’s elf Jingles is quite the player.

Yesterday she found him surrounded by a harem of American Girl dolls in a heated game of hangman where I cleverly (we’re talking second grade “clever” here) spelled out “Jingles” in the used letter portion of the tiles.

This morning he was looking comfy on the couch with the ladies playing a game of “Guess what I am?”

Somewhere between 6 am and shoot me in the face, my daughter came running up the stairs to tell me about her discovery.

“…yeah – McKenna had a hippopotamus card on her head!”

“No way!” I said, wide-eyed and wondering why there isn’t a “Mommy Academy Awards” because I’d totally win, feign the same surprise and thank caffeine in my speech. “That’s hilarious!”

“I know,” she continued, “and Jingles was holding the die!”

Let me hit pause to treasure this…

…the moment at which with pride, joy and gratitude, I realized my eight year old correctly used the singular form of dice.