We went outside after a storm.Â There were leaves everywhere.
Brooke:Â “Mom!Â Leaves!”
Me:Â “Yeah, there are leaves everywhere.”
Brooke:Â “Mom, vacuum it!”
We were at a family party.Â Someone’s friend had brought his dog.Â The dog was the size of a small pony.Â Brooke happened to trip and the dog went over and sniffed her.Â Brooke scrambled to her feet, ran a safe distance away from the dog and said,Â “Don’t eat Brooke!”
I gave Brooke a glass of milk.Â She doesn’t normally like milk, but she insisted she wanted it.Â She took a sip and said, “Mom, I do like it!Â In fact, I love it!”