Over the course of the last several days, Sadie has taught herself to blow a bubble with bubble gum.
She's got mad skills. I think she gets her uber-talent from me.
While we were at Target this morning, she asked if she could please get some more bubble gum. That made me ask the obvious question "Where did you get that big-ol piece you've got in your mouth?"
"Nanny give-ed it to me."
I was astounded. Candy and gum don't usually last in our house longer than 1.2 hours and it had been almost a week since Nanny had given her some gum. "Wow, Sadie, I thought ya'll chewed all that gum. Did you save a piece?"
"No, this is the thame pieth Nanny give-ed me Fwiday. I put it in a plastic baggie every night so I can chew it the next day."
Yeah. That's right. I'm glad she's finally learning the lessons of stewardship we've been teaching her since birth. And, since we believe in tough love at the Hill's, I quickly explained that, maybe when she does all of her chores and saves her allowance, she can buy another piece of gum.
And then I thought about that piece of gum being in Sadie's mouth for another second and practically ran to the candy aisle to get her some fresh, new Bubble Yum. Everybody has their limits and five day old bubble gum may be mine.