Piss Baby?

Last week putting Klara to bed, I tuck her in, kiss her and pull away to look at her sweet tiny toddler face. Ringlets around her face, and the night light reflecting on her face making her look angelic.

She looks up at me with these searching eyes. I smile at her.

'Piss baby?" she whispers in a hushed voice.

I try to continue smiling and blink a few times.

"Sorry Hunny, you want another kiss?" I whisper back.

She moves her hand towards her tiny doll tucked in beside her, touches it so gently and says again,

"Piss baby?"

Now a real smiles spreads across my face. I kiss baby, and Klara one more time before leaving her to sleep.