A sampling from this morning:
"Happy birthday, Mommy pterodactyl!" Rachel said after singing me a very sweet happy birthday. (Equally sweet was cousin Valerie's version, which I have saved to eternity on my Droid. Thank you, Valerie!!)
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At breakfast, Rachel started talking to her imaginary family.
"Babies, it's your birthday," she said. "So you have to blow out all 10 candles!"
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You're super duper, guys!" she said at breakfast. Then, a little while later: "I like songs about peace. Do we have any songs about peace?" (I sang her "Let there be peace on Earth," and she seemed to like it. Unfortunately I don't know the words to, "Give peace a chance," which we could all use right about now).
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"My babies like lettuce, cucumbers, tomato and salad dressing," Rachel announced after she had Drew had returned from the farmer's market (I spent the time running errands on my bike, including hauling a dress to the UPS Store to mail to Rachel in Africa).
"Then why don't YOU like them?" I asked.
"I don't like them so much," Rachel said. "They're yucky." (She was referring, of course to salad).
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