Fairy Dust and Tink

I have all day off today.  That gave me the "perfect" opportunity to have some Tink time.  I invited her for a sleep over.  Just Tink. I have not been alone with my Tink for awhile.  Tink is all about Christmas or Kritmas as she calls it, this year.  She is a happy girl.  Trees are up at her house.  Trees are up at my house.  She is watching Christmas shows on TV.  When Tink gets excited she reminds me of a little puppy.  She shakes with excitement.  The thing about Tink is she does not share herself with everyone.  I am happy to be one of "her" people.  She loves me.  When you are loved by Tink, it is a special thing.  She talked non-stop last night.  I will give you some Tink Talk.
You are my Grandmother, right Grammy
My Mother is your Daughter, right Grammy
(Every statement she made was followed by right Grammy.)
What songs did you sing when you used to have a little girl
You used to have a little boy and little girl, right Grammy
Popop is your husband, (you know what goes here).
You used to read to your daughter and now your daughter reads to me (Obviously, Tink loves to talk about how people are related.)
This was a great conversation.  Tink was talking to me about her school and teachers.  She said my teacher has a little girl named Akenna.  As soon as she said this she started laughing joyfully.  Grammy there are two Akenna's.  My Akenna and my teacher's Akenna.  She was thrilled about this.  We all know Akenna is on Tink's Top 10 list.
Following in her brother's footsteps, Tink loves to talk about patterns.  This morning she wanted her fingers and toes painted in a pattern.  Pink and purple.  Every other finger and toe.  This is a pattern, right Grammy.  Right Tink!
Coco joined us this morning for some tree decorating.  They love to decorate Kritmas trees.  It is not pretty.  Ornaments are crowded together.  I have some long ornaments that look like they have diamonds on them with a big crystal teardrop at the bottom.  I do not know why but Coco kept wishing on it.  She said it was magic.  She would rub the teardrop and say, I wish my Mommy would come to pick me up.  I wish my Daddy would come to pick me up.  She must not have been having as much fun as I thought.  Tink rubbed it and said, I wish my Mommy would forget to come and I can stay forever.  Mommy came just in time.  I did not have to wish.
This is going to be a magical Christmas with the girls.  They are perfect ages.  Talking about their Elf on The Shelf.  Tink has mentioned to me that Elf is not real.  But, she gets very excited when he moves around. Not sure their big brother will keep believing until Christmas. 
Tru Stories Mother needs to do some reading.  Rest up before the kids come to visit tonight.