Age three is really turning out to be a fun (yet sometimes challenging) age. For all of the silliness this girl brings into our life she brings an equal amount of flair for "the drama". In these moments I get a flash into her teenage years and know that we are not going to get along. So I will continue to soak up the silly days and store them, keeping them in the "you might need these memories" drawer and pull them out on the day that she turns thirteen and looks at me and says "don't talk to me mom" in the way only a teenage girl can do.




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