Morganisms

It was the end of the day.  I was sitting on the couch.  Exhausted.  I told Morgan to go potty then we would get ready for bed.  Five minutes later I heard splashing and knew it couldn't be good.  Thinking that she reverted back to playing in the toilet (so 2 years ago), I ran waddled to the bathroom and found her giving herself a bath.  Scrubbing her legs with her toothbrush.  In the sink.  

We put her to bed one night after she was the "special helper" at school.  She hates to go to bed when we are still up and tries everything to get out of it.  This time she yelled, "daddy, you're my special helper."  Needless to say, he went in to lie down by her with his melted heart.  Complete manipulation.

She got invited to the birthday party of one of the kids at school and originally she was going to be out of town so I told the girl's mom that she wouldn't be there.  The mom was disappointed because Morgan was the only one that the girl specifically wanted at her party.  Aw, people like her.  Total happiness for this mom.  And luckily our plans changed so she gets to go to the party.