The stuff she says....

Picked up Rachel from preschool today and we went straight to Grant Park, where she showed me all the things she can do on the play structure there. About the only thing she CAN'T do is the monkey bars by herself, but I'm sure she'll master it by the end of the summer. Then it's a race to find something that will challenge her. Rock climbing, anyone??

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"Know who would like a milk fountain?" Rachel asked at dinner tonight.
"No," I answered. "Who?"
"A COW," she said.
That makes sense.

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Introducing Drew, the Dark Ages expert:
"Did you know that in the old days, taking a bath in water wwas bad for you?" Rachel asked tonight.
"Who told you that?" I asked, amused.
"Daddy!" she answered.

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I was wondering aloud how Noah, who will be the sole boy at Rachel's party Saturday, would feel being, well, the only boy there.

"He'll be OK," Rachel said reassuringly.
"You don't think he'll be lonely?" I asked.
"No, he'll be with me!" she said.  "We're friends!"

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Apropos of nothing, Rachel announced tonight:
"When I go to college, I can wear my hair whatever I want. I can wear it long, or in braids, or short, and that kind of stuff."
Sweetie, I think you'll be wanting control over your hair long before then....

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Who is this child? I told Rachel she needed to clean up the living-room picnic and block castle she'd built before dinner. It was getting late and we needed to do books, washing, brushing, etc.
"I'll help you," I offered, leaning down to pick up the tea set (the one that Tia Daniella got her and she uses EVERY SINGLE NIGHT, Thank You Tia Daniella!!)
"No! Do not help me!" Rachel insisted. "I did it. You did not!"