Jane turned three! How can that be?
It happens even to the best of us, I'm told. Does it always come with these bouts of KEENING SOUNDS and shoe throwing? I hope that is supposed to be usual, because it certainly is at our house. But aside from these small lapses, we are all pretty pleased with life overall, I would say.
Just now Jane informed me that she was going to read Goodnight Moon to me. It went like this:
I read it to you. Yes. Yes.
Hmmmm... and, and...
A whole lot of things happen.
Hinga hinga hinga hoonga
Hinga hoonga hinga hinga
Five kittens and, um, mittens.
Hinga...
Hoonga.
Hinga hinga hinga mouse
Hinga hinga hoonga
Goodnight.
PS. Also indicative of the current state of Jane's discourse, from today: (a) "I see the shadow of a creature," and (b) "It goed very well."
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