hinting

I dropped a lot of hints about wanting a birdbath for my garden for Mother's Day. But because Dave and I were apart for the holiday we decided to celebrate at a later time. Today, as E crawled up on her stool to wash her hands after using the potty and before nap, she exclaims "A birdbath is a secret, Mama." "Oh, well, not anymore it isn't," I reply. "Yes, when we get it, it's a secret." she retorted. "Alright," I say beaming. Don't you just love it when your husband actually hears all those hints we drop?