i dropped my purse and went upstairs to talk with Mike
big mistake
upon realizing that I had left my phone downstairs
i went to retrieve it, finding it missing
there was only one possible explanation
felicity
secure anything you want to stay in its place because if its out or in an unlocked drawer its free game for sticky fingers felicity
we have found crazy items stashed in her purse, behind her rocking chair or in her closet
computer mouse, my lipstick which made its way onto the mouths of her dollies and stuffies, foreign currency, marbles, toothbrushes, open jar of peanut butter
and the latest addition
mike’s debit card
she remained silent
her little shoulder raising up to her chin as she tilted her head to the side
her big brown eyes looking guilty as charged
after a little more encouragement on my part
she confessed to the robbery
and huffed it up the ladder of owen’s backyard clubhouse and threw it on the roof
me: felicity, don’t take anything that doesn’t belong to you
felicity: i don’t even know what that means
me: you don’t take anything that is not felicity’s
felicity: i want my own phone
i had to turn away because i was dying laughing
my three year old had just told me that she needed her own phone
and if you could see her face, you would know she was serious
oh how we wish we could freeze her in time
preserving all the three year old felicityisms that we love
never ending stories and prayers
her photo-ready pose of hands on hips and tilt of her head
daddy’s little helper of handing him his spritz, spritz {cologne} and deode every single morning
who wants to be just like dad by putting on deode herself right onto her shirt
and even the her mischievous artist self that colors murals on her walls, ‘hair-fed’ {forehead}, and walls
as seen below in her tale of the blue marker
and makes it snow in her room by pulverizing styrofoam all over her carpet
its never a dull moment with our baby girl
and as long as our phones and debit cards are recovered
we wouldn't have it any other way
