Oh Snap.

Tonight I was babysitting my five-year-old, Grace. I say "my" because I feel like a second- mom to this kid since I've babysat her since she was 6 months old and have been a consistent presence in her life. (Also, should anything happen to her parents she actually will be my daughter. It's in the will.) Anyway, she comes skipping into the living room and says, "OH MY GOSS, WHITNEY!" (She hasn't conquered the -sh sound yet, any advice Nicole?) I look up and ask what she's talking about. Grace looks at me with the biggest grin I've ever seen and asks, "What if I could learn to SNAP?" I tell her that should that happen it would be really, really cool and that she should keep trying.

So the next half an hour is spent with Grace trying and trying and trying to snap. She keeps saying that her friend, Sangee (somehow that is short for Alissandra), knows how to snap and that she just has to learn too. I interject advice from time to time and try to describe how to position your fingers to create a snap. It's actually a lot harder than you'd think. I keep snapping my fingers to encourage the little go-getter and tell her that "practice makes perfect." A few seconds and about fifty snaps later Grace looks up at me and says, "Is that why you're perfect Whitney?" Wow. I need to hang out with this little girl more! Apparently being able to drive a car, go to an Eric Church concert (she's a HUGE Eric Church & country music fan), eat ice-cream whenever I want, AND snap means that I'm pretty much perfect in her eyes. :) I love it.

By the way, Grace actually did learn how to snap a little later in the evening and never fails to tell me when she accomplishes her goal whether it be while she's in the bathroom, upstairs, or right next to me. In which case she yells in my ear and screams, "I SNAPPED! I SNAPPED!!"