My baby (accompanied by me) skipped to Emigration Market, picked out salad stuff (broccoli, romaine lettuce, tomatoes, purple cabbage, mushrooms), came home and cut up all the vegetables, and made a salad all by herself. She would not let me help. When she doesn't feel like being the baby, she's rather helpful and independent. I kept telling her not to cut off her fingers with the sharp knife. The truth is, she was totally in control - I wasn't.
When I told Grace that I was going to start calling her "Sunshine", Olivia said, "and let me guess . . . you want to call me Rain". I told her yes, that was quite an appropriate name for her, and that I love rain just as much as sunshine - really. I hope she believes me, because it is absolutely true.
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