She made some “breakfast” this morning, a graham cracker with peanut butter on it, sprinkled with mini chocolate chips. I got to eat it. Mmmmm. Then she came in to tell me she poured a glass of juice all by herself.
“Wow,” I said, “You’re so grown up! Pretty soon you’ll be getting yourself dressed, making your own Kraft Dinner, and reading.”
She looked at me and her whole forehead furrowed. “Reading’s for BED.” Then she rolled her eyes at me, sighed and walked away.
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