Knock knock. Who's there? Lettuce. Lettuce who? Lettuce in, we're freezing.
Kids who proudly count to my favorite number: eleventeen.
The vestiges of toddler/preschool speech: "birf-days, Stoy Story free"
Fights about who will be the line leader, who gets out of the tub first, who gets dressed first, who hit who first.
Squeals of delight that they can: pump swings themselves, ice skate around the rink without falling, swim without floaties, do backward somersaults in the pool...and(shouted loudly) "WATCH ME, MAMA" as they do all of the above.
GOOD TIMES!
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