Chicken

Right now you are pretending to be a chicken.  You take tea light candles, stick them down your pants and start cackling.  When they slide all the way out your ankle you start crowing to let me know it is time to collect the eggs in the chicken coop.  Oh I love you silly one.

You were so funny the other day.  There is a little girl at your music class who is nearly bald.  At first we thought she was a boy.  When we came home the other day after music class you were discussing Heidi and told me "Heidi has hair like Uncle Bill.  It's very short."  (Uncle Bill is, well, bald mostly.)

One time we were driving and chatting.  I was telling you about something I did when I was a little girl.  You wanted to know if Auntie Becky was there too.  It's hard for you to understand  that Auntie is four years younger than me so we didn't always play together.  I said I didn't think so.  So you said "but Uncle Aldo was".  I told you I didn't know Uncle Aldo when I was a little girl.  You wanted to know if Auntie Becky knew him.  I said no she didn't meet him until she was grown up.  That made no sense to you.  You inquired whether Uncle Aldo came out of his mommy's tummy when I was a little girl.  Of course, Uncle Aldo is older than mommy so it was a bit difficult to explain, especially if we didn't know each other.  Finally with a big sigh you asked "well was Grandma there at least when you did that?"  Sorry for confusing you!

I love you music girlie.  You are such your daddy's girl.  Makes mommy so happy to see you both enjoying being  together so much. – Love you lots.