If I could bottle an ounce of Ava and sell her for $4.95 I'd be a millionaire in under 1 month. Her sweet sassiness is my daily challenge and laughter, although most of the time I feel burned by a familiar tone and echo, my own. Somehow when my own spit and venom is duplicated and aimed back at me, it's seems less bitter from a 3.5 year old, but just as jaw-droppingly sincere and stunning.
I'm often times left speechless and calling for back up. Joe is not quick to come to my aid because he finds it so dog gone funny!
I can't sum her up in little quips because her charm is not just in her words, but her tone, her body language, and her really really short pants.
I would buy her new pants but she has a drawfull, she just refuses to wear them without a fight. 7 months prego helps me prioritize my fights. HER Pants are not a good one to pick. I lose usually, unless dad picks them out, then they are always extra beautiful or "GORGEOUS".
