The girl who has been two for “too long” turned three yesterday.
Yesterday, mommy hurt herself. She said “Are you okay?” It’s something she does without thinking all the time.
This morning, she asked me, “Mommy, why isn’t it snowing?” It’s 70 and muggy.
Just now, she walked up to me with a piece of paper she just drew on, and said, “I made this in the future.”