Part of our bedtime ritual consists of sharing at least on thing each of us are thankful for. Abigail has taken to calling it "Our Thankfuls" only it comes out more like fankfuls.
One night's conversation, the first of its kind.
Me: Abigail what are you thankful for?
Abigail: I'm not fankful for anything. Complete with furrowed brow, perfectly-pitched whiny voice, and pouty lips.