After the Dancer's baby "Oots" was born, her husband's nephews were observing him through the nursery window. We were all anxiously awaiting a visit with Dancer and her hubby - and maybe even holding the baby!
Youngest nephew, age 2, looked at the tiny red-and-white striped stocking cap on the baby, put there of course to keep him warm, and quipped, "He looks like a EFF (elf)!" Santa on the brain, kid.
A little while later, after looking at the nativity scene someone had set up at the nurses station - still waiting to see the new family - the same nephew was being held by his grandmother, again, at the nursery window. He patted her face with his chubby little hands and said, "He's not Baby Jesus?" Grandmother didn't even try to hold her laughter as she assured him that, No, he was not Baby Jesus.
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Now for a little history:
A year ago, the Duchess was age two going on 15 - drama queen. She had been scolded SO MANY TIMES about touching the Christmas presents, that when it finally became time to open them, she reportedly stood in her bedroom door and cried in despair, "I can NEVER open presents!" and then ran to her room weeping. She eventually got over it.
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One more history: Just after Lulu's 7th birthday, she and Boogah (4) were going to ride with Lovey (me) to the store, and 3-month-old Doodle would ride with mom and dad. Mom and dad's relief that I was taking the two older kids was so strong that Lulu commented on it.
"Three must be a lot harder than two," she said, raising that one eyebrow in the way she does. (She won't teach me how to do that).
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