(Though, I'm also fairly certain that's what most parents who do have a favorite tell themselves)
It's just that Tallulah is nothing like me.
Yes, she's girly, and loves music and sings most of the time and she's
Yes, she's very smart and artistic and special and she can be insanely sweet and helpful (when it gets her something she wants). But she's happy in the box. It's where she chooses to be.
So, incidentally, she doesn't really make for interesting blogging.
Oliver, on the other hand..
Has tried to hatch dragon eggs in the backyard.
Wants to be a leprechaun for Halloween.
Is convinced that he will be getting a letter from Hogwarts next summer, since obviously he takes after me and not his Squib father, Alien.
Has picked out the song for my funeral - "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead" - and told me.
Randomly bursts into song.
He's like me, only WAY
This weekend he was my date for "Wicked" after Bean got sick.
I told him that I had the cutest date there.
Yes, I know. It's okay, Mommy, I'll make you look good.
We discussed his plans for the series of books he's planning on writing.
He held a not sarcatic conversation with a man who set off the smoke detectors about fashion and music and coke (the soda kind, not the illegal drug kind), using phrases like true that.
And he loved the musical.