This morning, Rachel took her little finger puppet, Bunny (Bunny doesn't have a name, according to Rachel; it's just 'Bunny') and offered it some granola.
"Want some granola, Bunny?" she asked, then pretended to feed the granola I had just handed her from the front seat. She then pretended to feed Bunny some milk from her sippy cup.
Then she gave Bunny a firm kiss.
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Last night as I got ready to haul her from daycare and then to Target and then home, she said, "Mommy go to sleep. I cook dinner for you."
I almost started weeping, it was so considerate of her. And so welcome at that moment.
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Last Saturday I had a potluck dinner party with three friends -- Kim, Nikole and Melissa -- and Nikole's baby, Nadja. Rachel picked up a disposable camera I had bought earlier that day during a trip to a pumpkin patch on Sauvie Island. Handing it to me, she said, in perfectly clear language, "Show me how this works."
Needless to say, I was stunned. David Lednicer, if you're reading this, it's fine to turn her into an engineer -- but only if you get her to wear a dress once in a while.
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