Sunday, September 29, 2013

My little girl understands three languages but says 'brefkast', 'puputer' and 'cucoomber'.

She wears the clothes of a five year old but can tantrum with the best two year old.

She propels herself along on a balance bike faster than I can walk but asks Daddy to carry her up the stairs to bed.

She is smart and sassy and rebellious and charming and frustrating.

My baby is three.

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