Tonight at dinner (a pasta, sausage and tomato soup that I introduced to Drew, who quite liked it; Rachel loved the macaroni but tried the soup and said she didn't like it) Rachel suddenly said, apropos of nothing:
"Sometimes Mommy cooks, and sometimes Daddy cooks!"
"Yes, Rachel," I said approvingly. "In this house, both Mommy and Daddy cook!"
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Sometimes she sounds like a college professor.
"How was your day?" I asked when I got home.
She was drawing a rainbow on her easel upstairs.
"Well, I didn't have quite a good day," she said, then went on to say nobody wanted to play with her. Need to talk to her teachers about that.
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Rachel ate a whole plate of macaroni, probably because she knew if she did, she'd get to have a piece of Halloween candy (we are doling it out, one at a time, only IF she has a good dinner. Now she goes around saying that Drew, I and other people can only have a treat if they have a GOOD DINNER). She said:
"I'm so proud of myself for eating my macaroni!"
Drew and I cracked up.
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