Ruby’s friend, Katherine, spent the night last night. She calls me “Mrs. Kristy.” This morning I heard the girls get up. As they walked down the hall I heard MOLLY, my daughter, say, “Let’s go see Mrs. Kristy downstairs. Let’s ask Mrs. Kristy if we can eat breakfast. C’mon…let’s go see Mrs. Kristy.” Very cute.
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At least she’s calling you MRS. Kristy…to Vance, as of last month, we are Marcy and Jesse…Marc and Jess…Marcy Moo…you get the picture. He thinks he is our equal so surely he can call us by first name! HA! We’re working on this 🙂