Tragic Sandwich

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Baguette has started to get possessive. I know this is a normal stage, and we work on reminding her about sharing (since she was a tiny baby, she’s been good about “trading”–although for the past six months or so, she’s gotten pickier about what constitutes a good trade).

So last night I was in the kitchen and heard her call out, “MINE!” I thought, She’s watching Sesame Street. What on earth has she found to be possessive about?

But I was wrong. Because in fact she had recognized that the number of the day was “NINE!”

Sunny days, chasing the clouds away . . .


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