She's two alright

Last night after supper, Daddy took Mika for a walk. A walk to Mika means that she is going to the playground down the street. Time ticked by and soon enough it was after 8 P.M. Mika is supposed to be in bed by 7:30, but we've been lax on that lately. It's too bright in her room to expect her to go to sleep, hence the walks to the park to burn off energy.
ANYWAY
When I called to find out if they were coming home anytime soon, Daddy answered and I could hear Mika wailing in the background. They were on their way back with much vocal protest from her. There was some event or meeting at the community hall and the playground was loaded with older kids. Mika was apparently having a blast with the big kids and didn't ever want to leave. 15 minutes went by and they finally came through the door. Apparently our neighbor 3 doors down heard the wails of protest and came out to help. The lady came to her back fence to find out what was wrong. When Daddy told her, the lady said to Mika that she had a cure for what ails her and presented some strawberries from her garden. Needless to say, Mika was suddenly all better with her fists and cheeks full of berries. I love the seniors that live in this hood. Mika was very delighted to come bursting through our back door to present me with one of the berries.

The other night as she was getting ready to bathe, Mika paused before taking her pants off, said "oh yeah...", dug through her wee pocket, and came up with a little wilted clover flower: "Here Mommy, I picked you a flower". The kid knows how to melt a heart.