A Thousand More

She had a playfulness to her that was refreshing and as her littleness inside grew outward, she began to take more liberties with intent of having more fun … like the day she dressed as her Daddy and ran out into the backyard to play wiffle ball with him.

She stood at the makeshift plate and wiggled the bat as much as she wiggled her diapered bottom, getting into a batting stance and then swinging at her Daddy’s first pitch.

She hit the little plastic wiffle ball and it went sailing high, landing on the roof and rolling down into the rain gutter. The look of Oopsy! on her face was so precious and adorable that her Daddy immediately captured it on his cell phone, printing it out later on and hanging it on the refrigerator door.

The next day, the BabyGirl got out her crayons and a piece of paper, sitting apple sauce criss-cross on the kitchen floor and drawing the picture of herself. When she was done drawing it, she hung it next to the picture as her Daddy walked in and knelt down beside her to admire her artwork.

“Daddy, you always say dat a picture is worth a tousan’ words,” the little princess said softly. “But what is my drawing worth?”