Hannah was not in the mood to go to bed last night. I convinced her that she must go to bed because her new stuffed Shrek doll was waiting for her upstairs and he was lonely. She proceeded to climb the stairs calling out, "I'm coming Shrek! I'm coming! Don't worry Shrek, wait for me! It will be ok!" I felt a little bad, but it was funny.
When we got to her room she climbed into bed and hugged him and said, "Don't worry Shrek, I'm here now" and then patted him on the belly and quietly whispered, "I'm so proud of you Shrek."
I may die of cute overload one of these days.
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