Rio has moved into this fascinating conversational period. She’s making up stories like anything, and thinking a lot about how the world works. I guess that’s how she always is. Here’s an example:
“Mama, do you want to know where my feet go at night? While I’m sleeping?”
“Um…sure.”
“They go OUT.”
“Oh, really?”
“They go out and take ballet classes. With Other Feet. Their best friend feet.”
“Oh.”
“And then they come back. They go to sleep. But they are hungry and thirsty, so they have to get up and have a snack and a glass of water. But then they go to sleep with me.”
Apparently my daughter is one of the Twelve Dancing Princesses. Who knew? This explains SO MUCH about the bumps in the night around here. And I thought it was just the cats playing tag all night.
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