Daughter's Day

We set out on our trek to find the perfect Mother's day gift for mom. Like a good hubby, I have already bought her gift weeks ago. We need the penultimate 4 year old to Mom gift. What do we get?
Nicole suggests a candle.
Good choice.
We have to smell every candle in three different stores.
My nose may never work again for days. I have been assaulted with cinnamon buns, sour apples, strawberries, and all manner of olfactory annoyances. We settle on a cherry jelly bean smell and some other vanilla mix concoction. By this time my nose had put out picket signs and went on strike. I am glad I have a unionized nose, my contract allowed for only 100 total sniffs.
I said, "Do you like you Mother's day gift for Mommy?"
"Sure." Then she adds, "When is daughter's day?"
The kid sure knows how to work the crowd.

I love my little Italian

My little girl definitely has Italian blood. She talks in the most animated ways while telling a story.
She waves her hands.
She gestures.
She's Italian.
She's beautiful and sweet.
She comes by it honestly.

Back to Work.....in Several Ways