Celo came into my room this morning with a picture he had drawn on the magnadoodle. He was like, "Mommy, this is you at the temple. You're getting married. You look beautiful." I oohed and ahhed and asked if I could hold it so I could see it better. He said, "No! Wait! I have to draw the boy that's gonna marry you." I said, "Who's that?" He said, "Daddy!" The big mess is me in the temple, and the little guy with the long legs is Marcelo.
Not to be outdone, Diego drew me a picture, too. He drew me as a princess in my bed inside my castle, with Marcelo at the bottom waiting for me. I told them both how great their pictures were, and Diego said, "But you like mine better, right? Because Celo's is scribble scrabble."
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