Last night Rachel said she wanted to stay in the car seat while I unloaded our stuff when we got home (a job that usually takes a trip or two. Thank heaven for attached garages!). When I got back she was yelling at me to take her out.
"My Beginners (she is in the Beginners track at pre-school) wouldn't leave their friends in the car," she said accusingly. "They'd get them out. You're the ONLY ONE who didn't!"
Somewhat taken aback, I apologized. For what, I don't really know. But it seemed to calm her down.
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Rachel and Delly have acquired quite the fleet of vehicles for their house. Rachel ticked them off on the way to school and work this morning:
"Mommy, there's a fire truck in the garage, and an airplane, and a garbage truck and a school bus and an ambulance and a police car."
"Rachel, that's a lot of things to fit in the garage!" I exclaimed.
"You move them a little closer so they won't come out," she explained. Makes perfect sense.
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