Tonight as I was getting dinner together fast (because Rachel kept complaining that her tummy hurt because she was hungry), I noticed her hanging out by the open refrigerator door.
"What are you doing, Rachel?" I asked.
"Getting the yogurts in order," she said. "Like putting the blackberry on top of the blackberry and the strawberry on top of the strawberry."
Think I'll hire her out to some pop songstress who insists on only being served yellow M&Ms in the greenroom...
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Also tonight, Rachel said something most 4 1/2-year-olds don't. We went next door to our neighbors Doug and Bruce and chatted with them for a while, then biked to the playground, where she lasted about 10 minutes before she asked to go home because her hands were freezing and she was hungry.
I threw together a warmed-up dinner of brisket and a dinner roll for me and cheese quesadillas and carrots for Rachel. Poor thing, after a while she just decided her tummy hurt so much that she couldn't eat any more.
"I'm TIRED," she announced suddenly. "I want to read a short book, wash and brush really fast, and go to sleep."
And by 9 p.m. -- a record in the Lednicer/DeSilver household, she did.
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