"I can't wait to have my own baby." Princess hugged her damp towel close as we searched through the basket of clean laundry for her pajamas.
"You want your own baby?" I asked, pulling out a pajama top which she paired with a mismatched bottom. (By day she has great fashion sense, but at night--anything goes.)
"Yes. Then I can dress it and play with it." She proceeded to tell me how she wanted a girl baby, because it would be more fun to dress.
"Well, get married first, then have a baby." She agreed. I thought for a second, then said, "I'll be your baby's Grandma! I'll even come and help you, if you want me to. Like when Grandma **** (my mom) came and helped me when I had my babies. But if you don't want me to, that's okay too."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "But if you're a grandma, you'll be old like Grandma ****." (Sorry, Mom!) To my surprise, she teared up. "If you're a grandma, you won't look like you anymore. Will you still have your spots?"
My heart melted. "Well, I hope not. I'm trying to get rid of my spots right now. But I'll still look like me!" (She was referring to my sporadic adult acne.) She was crestfallen at my declaration, and I did my best to reassure her that my spots weren't supposed to be there. (A few months ago she even mentioned wanting spots like mine when she grows up.)
Princess struggled with her tears, but finally caved. I gathered her up in my arms, towel and all. After a while of cuddling and talking while I brushed her damp hair with my fingers, she calmed down and got dressed for bed.
I promised her that I would always look like her mom, which is true, but not in the way she thinks. It's wonderful to have such unconditional love from my little girl. I hope she doesn't change her mind if I ever succeed in getting rid of my spots. Somehow, I think we'll be okay.