Henri was sitting on my lap and as my hair was down, he naturally started playing with it.
As he touches my hair, he says, "You look like fancy girl."
Completely flattered and surprised, I say, "A fancy girl."
He tells me again... and I love it. It absolutely makes me smile. Me fancy. Then, I say, "I'm a fancy girl?"
He then replies, "Noooo, you just a mom."
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