It's been a yucky day here in Munich. Outside and in. C woke up on the wrong side of her loft and has had one trauma after another. The piano G played was too loud. E wouldn't smile at her. The oatmeal wasn't hot enough. The blanket wasn't soft enough. The floor was too hard when she fell. And so on.
We did get a good giggle in, however. G was at the window exclaiming how rainy it's been the last few days, and C explained (clearly still remembering potty training), "Maybe the clouds are making yellow water on the ground. I have to make yellow water sometimes, too. The clouds can't help it. They get all filled up and the water leaks out. They just have to do it sometimes."
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