Tonight I reiterated to Rachel that she can't possibly grow up because then she'll never be able fit in my lap.
"Yes I will," she insisted.
"No you won't," I answered. "You may end up being as tall as Daddy!"
"You could cuddle with pony," she said (her pink stuffed pony with white mane and tail).
"It wouldn't be the same," I answered.
"Yes it would," she said, sounding sad and offended.
Then she said:
"I wanna get bigger so I can learn stuff at Hebrew school!"
No, I am not making this up. One of our ancestors was a rabbi in Europe. Perhaps his spirit has somehow made it to Rachel's body??
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