At breakfast:
“Sometimes my pink blanket is like an escalator.”
I looked at her quizzically. “How is your pink blanket like an escalator?”
Immediately she clarified, “Not my favorite pink blanket. Other pink blanket. Other pink blanket is like an escalator.”
Oh, yes. Other pink blanket.
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While sitting at dinner last night, Mara piped up: “Mommy? My hand is on backwards!”
I’m pretty sure it’s not. That’s probably one of those things we would have noticed the day you were born.