Brooke was spelling “words” with her bath letters.Â She had the following string of letters:
When she added the flower at the top, she looked back at her “word” and said, “Look, Mom!Â It says ‘Walmart!'”
She’s kind of right:
Brooke had been wrestling with Dallas.Â When I saw her, her cheeks were rosy.
Me:Â “Brooke!Â You look flushed!”
Brooke (immediately indignant):Â “I’m not flushed!Â What do you mean?Â I’m in a potty?”
Brooke and I were looking at a picture of a girl standing in an intersection.Â She had four paths she could choose to walk down.
Brooke:Â “She can go this way and there’s tigers!Â She can go this way and there’s elephants!Â She can go this way and there’s zebras!”
A pause.Â I am impressed that so far she’s thought of three jungle animals and wonder if she can think of a fourth.
Brooke:Â “And she can go this way and there’s Cheetos!”