Charlotte, pointing to my signature on a school form: “My teacher doesn’t like scribble scrabble like that, so…” (she trails off).
When I insisted Calvin use the sign for “please” when asking for something he wanted, he was completely resistant. Now that there are chocolate chips on the counter, he won’t stop rubbing his belly and saying, “Please, cotchit.”
Charlotte: “I really like school but it’s also really overwhelming. We have to go every day.”
I was doing a silly dance in the kitchen. Charlotte: “Mom, I’ve seen something scarier than that.”