riley likes to talk about blood and she likes to wear high heels. a princess-horror-fan in the making. what a great combination. she often says, "i'm going to put you in blood!" not in a mean way, but she thinks it's funny. we all laugh of course. and lately she has worn nothing but high heels around the house. before her feet touch the floor in the morning they slide into her pink frilly pumps and she says "i have to wear my high heels." one day this week she really wore them ALL day. we don't let her wear them outside, in the bathroom, or when we go places as much as she would like to. we've had a few close-calls in the kitchen because those things are slippery on the laminate floor. she gets up, no tears, and keeps on going. back to the blood thing. we were in the car saturday morning and i asked her for a sip of her water that was in her sippy. here's what transpired:
me: can i have a drink of your water?
riley: no.
me: that's not very nice.
riley: you won't like it. it doesn't taste good.
me: why not?
me: why not?
riley: it's blood. it's my blood.
me: do you like it?
riley: yeah
me: well, let me try your blood. (i take a swig and pass it back.) that's good blood.
riley: yeah
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