I really need to keep updating this. The record of my children’s incredible, developing minds must be kept, and I must be its keeper.

Yesterday we were at a coffeehop and L held out her foot to a random couple seated nearby. “Hi! I have new boots!” They laughed and admired the boots.

E felt neglected, I suppose, and chimed in, “Bud I’m tcared!”
The woman asked what he was scared of and he responded, “Monsterd and da dark!” I said, “Honey, they aren’t your therapists,” and oh how they laughed.

I was delighted E&L brightened their day, and imagined them snickering to themselves throughout the day, as I would have done had an adorable and amusing child said the same to me.