Harper is one of the most affectionate little girls I have ever met. I love the way she runs and gives me hugs at random moments throughout the day. I love hearing her say, "I love you mama!" Just because. She loves to snuggle and give kisses and it is seriously the greatest thing.
That being said, Harper's affection is given to things most of us might never consider giving affection too. She believes that all pill bugs (dead or alive, correctly connected bodies, or torn apart) are her best friends. She lovingly holds them and pets them as she tells me how much she loves them and how much they love her... and me. She also does this with leaves, rocks, candy wrappers, pizza crust, and pretty much anything else she finds. She truly does love all things unconditionally. She really does have the most pure, innocent and perfect heart of gold.
Every time she brings me a new "find" I chuckle inside at her cute innocent heart and her ability to make friends with the most unexpected things. She makes me want to find more joy in the little things. She makes me want to be a better friend.
Then there was today.
After helping her go to the bathroom, Harper exclaimed to me, "Mama, look! (pointing at the toilet and her little poop that resided there-in) See my poop Mama!? It loves you so much! It's your best friend!"
I looked at her and said trying not to laugh (because she really was so serious about it), "That is very nice Harper, you are a very, very thoughtful girl and a great friend."
She wasn't content with my response, or the fact that I didn't seem too thrilled to join her in sticking my head in the toilet bowl to lovingly look at her feces. "Mama you not look! It loves you, it loves me so much!"
I don't know about you, but I was never taught how to properly respond to a toddler wanting me to show forth affection to her poop so I feel like my reaction of shock-laughter was a decent one.
Again I told her that I loved that she was so kind and loving and that maybe it would be nice to send her poop to its home now. Thankfully she agreed and proceeded to flush the toilet as she looked fondly at her waste spinning down, further and further into the pipes below.
"Goodbye best friend!" Harper said.
Yes, I thought, goodbye.
After her "friend" was flushed and gone she looked up at me with a tiny hint of sadness in her eyes.
"It's all gone now," she said.
"Don't worry, there will be more," I responded.
I didn't say that.
But I did take her outside to play with her rock and dirt friends and we had lots of fun and from what I can tell she has long forgotten about today's toilet friendship, and I hope it continues to be forgotten because let's be honest, that was just plain weird.