NaNi is indeed a delight. She’s started to put together stories. Last night she said, “See Uncle Phil. Rocket ship. Knock, knock, knock.” (You want to visit Uncle Phil, and you’ll take a rocket ship to get to his house, and knock on the door?) “Yes!”
She’s always been fascinated with her clothes that have pockets. Just before bed she had her hands in her pockets, and sighed, “No money.” I laughed. “Two pockets,” she announced. She’s learning how to identify quantities.
Earlier tonight the little weasel was trying to get into my pocket. Are you trying to get my wallet? “Yes, Daddy.” “Why?” She jumped up and down with glee: “Credit cards!” Sometimes she’s too smart.