It Wasn't Me

It's the little things that make our family unique. The traditions, of sorts, that develop over the years. The rituals that would bore any would-be spy to death. The things you really barely notice, but that would leave a huge gap if they disappeared.

With Lil Bit:

me: "Hey, Lil Bit, guess what!"
Lil Bit: "What?"
me: "I love you" or "You make me smile" or "you make me happy" or something along those lines.


With Bitty Bit:

me: "Biiiiiittttty Bit!"
Bitty Bit: "yeth?"
me: "Are you precious?"
Bitty: "I preh-shus." sometimes she adds "Mommy preshus. Sissy preshus. Daddy preshus."


(sometimes I also ask her if she is cute, or a mess, or a cute mess, or sweet. Precious is my current favorite because I love hearing her repeat it.)

With my Handsome Engineer:

At some point during the day--usually in the evening when I am either making dinner or cleaning dishes--he will walk by and smack my backside.
Handsome: "It wasn't me!"
Me: "It better have been you"

We have been doing this for most of our 10 year marriage. Daily. It is silly, probably a little stupid, and certainly repetitive. But what an emptiness there would be if it stopped.

What are your silly traditions?