I'll spare you all the details about work just to focus on Rachel. My brain is Swiss cheese, anyway, and I'm not sure how much sense I'd make if I talked about anything except my kid.
On the way to work this morning:
Rachel: I tired. You tired?
Me: Yes, I'm a little tired.
Rachel: How 'bout we both take a nap?
On the way home from Fred Meyer tonight, we talked about how we'll have to come back this weekend to shop for groceries, and how maybe next time we'll be able to get a red cart because this time the red carts were all wet:
Me: You don't want to get in a cart that's all wet, do you?
Rachel: No....I'd catch a cold, and have to take medicine...and get frustrated....
Me: Yeah, Mommy would get frustrated.
Rachel: No, I get frustrated!
Talking about her favorite people in the world, one of whom includes a daycare attendant who looks like she's around 26:
Rachel: I love Amanda AND Mommy!
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