While having an afternoon snack together the other day with our 4-year-old, Pixie, she said to me, "Mommy, you picked a nice juicy re-pear!" I grinned and asked her a question about her pear to see if I had heard her correctly. Sure enough, she called her pear a "re-pear." Hee Hee. I would have thought that by four years old, she would know what a pear is. After all, we eat them frequently.
Our 6-year-old daughter, Rosebud, has been writing more and more. I love getting little notes from her, or finding her stories around the house. Her inventive spelling is adorable. Recently, I went up to her room and found a note on the door that read, "do not inter." (How cute is that?!) Thankfully, when I asked her about the sign, she told me that she didn't mean me, or Daddy, it was for the boys who were visiting our house the other day.
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