Last night, G was concerned about God. Specifically - was he going to come into our house? When I told her God was already in our house and God can do whatever he wants, her response was God cannot come in because he is not three, he is four --and our apartment is 3G (really it is four, but she re -numbered it 3G). Not sure why God is four, but she insisted.
Tonight was back-to-school night at G's school. As we approached, she told me, "Mommy! That's my new school!" I'm surprised all the time by the things the girl knows.
The "child care" provided was one frazzled woman monitoring the playground. G was fine with this. When I came to check on her, she was filling her new best friend Merina's white maryjanes with dirt.
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