Audrey has taken a liking to mint Tic-Tacs. Sometimes she asks me in the morning whether I've got any. It's not because she's got bad breath - it's because I once kept a box of them in my top bathroom drawer. Yesterday I replenished that box and this morning I gave her 3 (that's our max limit) without her asking. She was so surprised at my spontaneity she didn't know what to say.
She likes to suck on them until there are thin. And I mean super thin. She had successfully dissolved the first one and nearly the second one when it was time to eat breakfast (I know - the mints should come after). She pulled the sliver of a Tic-Tac out of her mouth and set it on her table next to the third as-yet-untouched one.
"That's Daddy Tic-Tac and Baby Tic-Tac," she said.
Indeed it was.
Fixated, she played with both of them while we had breakfast, taking care not to break or drop either of them and waiting patiently until she could resume her minty treats.
When you're 2, it's truly the little things that count.
