In January, our good friends took Amelia to see the musical "Annie." Though I was nervous that she was still a little young and would get restless during the production, she was spellbound by the little girl who "has red hair like me." Ever since, it has been all things "Annie" all the time. We now have a cat named "Annie" (this is a story unto itself), we taped a cheesy Hallmark Channel version of "Annie," which she watches at least 3 times a week, and her preschool teacher told me that while she is playing, she will belt out, "The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow" at the top of her lungs.
Tonight, while I was about to serve dinner, Amelia began whining for her food. Trying to prompt her to say please, I asked, "What do you say?"
Wide-grinned, she replied, "I love you, Miss Hannigan!"
