I got home early Monday and was able to see Coco in her leotard and tutu. Even though it was streaked with dirt from playing on the playground, I think she looked adorable.
Begrudgingly, she posed for a few more shots before she got distracted by something.
“Look, mamma,” she said, “yaya killed it.”
“Killed what, sweetheart?”
“This.” She dumped something out of a box into her hand. Then she showed me a dead fly with a sad look on her face. “I liked it and she killed it.”
“I made a home for it here. It has a bed and a pillow.” Gingerly, she swept the bug back into the empty gum container with the crumpled piece of paper.