We were running a late evening errand after a busy work day the other day, I had hauled the kids along cuz I hadn't been able to see them much that day, when my babe pipes up from the back seat:
"Mama? Can I get a hula hoop for my birthday? Or, MAYBE CHRISTMAS?!"
I replied with an exuberant, "That would be a GREAT present to ask for!"
And so ensued much chatter about hula hoops and gym class and Olivia being a rock star hula hooper and on and on...
Fast forward a couple of hours later and whilst I was using the ladies room, in walks my babe (we have an open door policy in our house...as in, if the door is closed, the kids feel the need to open it), all intent.
She gently places her hands on each side of my face, leans in, and whispers, eyebrows all raised, conspiratorially like, "ORRRRR, you could get me a hula hoop for NOT my birthday and NOT for Christmas!?"
Gosh dang, I think I'm gonna buy my girl a hula hoop soon. :)