My mother graciously allowed me to take a nap earlier this week. I was awakened by Cumorah in one of her three swimming suits. I asked if she had gone swimming with Sammy (in the little inflatable pool next door). Grandmommy said no, she had just requested to wear it. And so the obsession starts... She came to me yesterday with both legs in one hole of her swimming shorts just above the knee saying, "Mommy, mommy. Simming soup." So we put them on properly over her onsie. This morning she was carrying around the shorts and discovered a new way of wearing them.
"Mommy, simming soup."
"Yes Cumorah, that is your swimming suit. Do you like your swimming suit?"
"Yah, simming soup."
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I showed a friend this picture and he thought Cumorah had been injured and was wearing some sort of a head wrap! Hahaha! Not quite.
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