My almost-three year old daughter on my lap for "book on the lap," followed by a "book in bed," and then "a N -- s story," at least one "the following day," and then a promise to check back in on her in five minutes.
I asked her whether she'd like angels' wings made out of cloth, because Emily had seen a toddler wearing such at a party we went to outdoors on Capitol Hill on Saturday.
She said, "Yes, because when I grow up I'm going to have wings, because I'm going to be an angel."
I said, "You think you are going to be an angel when you grow up?"
She said, "Yes, when I grow up."
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Keep up the good work.
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