Our across-the-street neighbors, both of them, had kids within the past year. Margo and Turner were born within a few months of each other. Turner's birthday party was June 4, and after a morning family bike ride, Rachel and I dropped in to see the birthday boy.
He was sooooo cute -- Rachel drops everything at a "Turner sighting" and races outside to say hello -- and she hung around him as much as she could. At one point his parents told her to move aside so they could take photos of him eating (smooshing) his birthday cake with a single candle in it. He was so neat; he barely made a mess. Rachel meanwhile, wandered around his house and, apparently, talked to several adults there. One of them came up to me as we were about to leave and said, "Your daughter is so friendly and...(she searched for a word)...well behaved."
"Thank you!" I said. "We work hard on that."
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