while dash and i work on his letters at his table, we sit noa in her chair next to us. she likes to help.
the other night i got up from the table to start getting tubby's ready as dash wrapped up his letter. i heard him start giggling. a lot. when i went to the table he could barely stop laughing at himself long enough to explain. but when he tried it went like this...
"bahahahahahaha. it's noa, momma. get it?!?! bahahahaha. that's her. that's you baby noa! bahahaha. and that lines stuff, that's her funky pink chair. bahahahaha."
i love the drawing, and i wish you could have seen her, because this little masterpiece is pretty darn accurate. but more than that, i loved this moment. i loved that little giggle. i loved that sweet dash had officially inherited my ability to laugh at his own jokes. really hard laughs. and i love that when i frame this priceless piece of art and hang it in the living room...i will always think of this moment.
