Last night from her bed, my four year old said, “Mom, I saw this worm that was so constipated today.”

That wasn’t the only thing that was constipated on the school yard yesterday. So too were her shoes, her backpack, any and all worms, her friend’s hat, a random pile of sand, the school bell. You get the idea. Always constipated. All. The. Time.

After wrestling her into her bed and threatening to take away her favourite blanket if she didn’t settle down snuggling with her and reading a bedtime story, Chloe sweetly said, “Mommy, I want to live at Celia’s house.”

Oh.

“She really likes horses and she has a sister already and I could share her room and her bed.”

Just like that, she’s found a better offer and is eager to accept.

I told her I would really miss her if she lived at Celia’s house and even though Celia does have a very nice family, we have the best one because we have a Chloe.

She thought about that for a moment. I kissed her on the forehead and told her I loved her.

A few minutes passed and I heard some teeny, tiny, four year old toes, tip their way down the hall way.

The sun was almost down and the lights in the house were set to low. Chloe asked me to bend down so she could tell me something.

Here it is. She’s going to say, “I love you. I would never want to live anywhere else Mommy.”

Here’s what she did say, “Mommy, Celia really likes horses….so….”

I bet they’re constipated.