Ahhhh Friday

The past few weeks that I have been on summer break from school, Greta and I have made it a habit to drop Clara off at school and go get a bagel, just her and I. So this morning, while I am getting the bagels I tell her to go pick out a table, and after asking me a half dozen times 'how's this one? No, maybe here.  Ooh, here's a nice table by the window mommy' we finally sit down.  She steers me to my chair, which, she announces, she has pulled out for me as she pats the seat.  And so, we had a lovely "Babes with Bagels" morning, as I have come to call it, and as we are cleaning up preparing to head to school Greta turns her head to the side, looks at me with heavy eyelids and says "Mommy, will you be my best friend?"  

oooohs and ahhhs aside, yes it was cute, she says this all the time and is really on a "best friend" kick.  It's funny (or frightening) to hear the daily run down of who is "best friend" status and who isn't because boy oh boy it can change at a moments notice.  I don't necessarily encourage this conversation though, because someday this keeping tabs of best friends thing is going to bite her -- hard.  I guess I'll just start preparing myself now.  In fact, it's Greta, I better start a list.