Smell my lips!

That's what all of Rachel's friends said this past Thursday when Drew went to pick up Rachel after preschool. Tessa, Rachel's closest friend at St. James, ordered Drew, "Smell my lips!"

"What?!?" Drew asked.

"It's lemon balm," she replied.

"Oh, it smells very pretty," Drew replied, even though he couldn't smell anything.

Amanda, a cute little blonde girl, said, "smell my lips!"

Then Rachel said, "Smell MY lips!"

And Drew said, "You have the nicest lips of all!" (Because he's Dad, and he knows what his little girl wants to hear!)

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Drew has apparently joked with Rachel that on her birthday, one of the gifts he'll give her is underwear. He is joking, of course; we're going to give her the coolest presents imaginable. Within reason, of course.

They repeated that joke at breakfast this morning, and then Rachel piped up, "What about if you gave me talking underwear with little arms and legs, and it could walk up my body?" And then she and I cracked up.

"THAT would be a pretty cool birthday present!" Drew replied.

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I was leaving for work on Friday when Rachel asked for chocolate chip banana bread. I said, "Hmm, I guess I know what MOMMY'S going to make next!"

"Admit it," Drew said. "You've always wanted a kid who loved your cooking.

Then Rachel piped up in a soft yet imperious voice:

"The princess likes the queen's cooking."