The other night, while saying prayers at bedtime, Brontë decided that hers would be done in song. Consequently, so were mine and Tiffany's. It's a good thing the Bible doesn't call for us making an in-tune noise to the Lord....
My daughter has also memorized large portions of The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss. She hasn't quite gotten a hold on personal pronouns, though, and thinks that the boy telling the story is actually named "I". This morning, she informed me, "I'm Sally! You're I!"
More as things occur to me.
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