My girls are growing up way too fast. They've got so few mispronounced words these days, and their imaginations are really taking off. Here are a few tidbits from conversations over the last few days:
Nina: I don't like sitting that way. It makes my leg feel like a maraca.
M: Grace, do you want 'rabidioni' for supper tonight?
G: Oooh! That sounds great! Nina, do you want ravioli for supper tonight? She says yes.
N: (As we drive to the Alzheimer's Walk) Is Fathuh Wob going to be theuh?
M: No, he's at church. Maybe we'll see Father Rob tomorrow. Why do you ask?
N: I miss him. He's my fwiend. And he laughs at my jokes.
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