This is Audrey. She makes my ovaries glow.
She was over at my house last Sunday (a soon to be completely established tradition) and she was helping me in my bedroom. Well, I’m not used to little people being underfoot and I knocked her down. She’s like 2.5 feet tall. It’s not hard to do.
Me: Audrey! I’m so sorry!
Audrey: Oh, that’s ok!
Did you hear that? This sweet precious child who only recently became a chatterbox forgave me of my sin of clumsiness.
I dragged her into the living room where her darling parents were hanging out.
Me: Nate! Jess! Has Audrey ever said “Oh, that’s ok!” before?
Jess: I don’t think so…
Me: Well, she JUST did. It was brilliant! I mean, she said it all cute and like she so knew what it meant! Audrey, say it again. Say, “Oh, that’s ok!”
We’ve all been in this situation. A new parent has a kid who just learned a new “trick” and they can’t wait to show everyone. And the next thing you know you’ve spent a solid 2-hours watching your friend try to coax Little Susie to repeat back the first 5 numbers of Pi. She’s done it a million times, ya know.
So here I was. Wanting desperately for my little toddler friend to say “Oh, that’s ok!” and do you know what she was doing?
Laughing. Straight up GIGGLING into her hands. She knew what was up.
I didn’t know what to do. Should I be all “new parent” and coax it out of her? Should I make an attempt at ventriloquy? Should I knock the little punk down again thus recreating the magic?
After looking deep into her baby eyes I realized that “Oh, that’s ok!”, that was our thing. That was a Marie and Audrey inside joke. Our first of many, I’m sure.
I dropped the subject and we continued our search for kitty-tats. And in return for keeping our secret, I got the best gift of all time ever. As Audrey and her parents got ready to leave she looked at me, put her tiny toddler hand on her tiny toddler heart and said, “Fwend*?”
And then my ovaries exploded.
*”Friend” for the uninformed.