Cecily has been outside on the driveway riding Lula's scooter around and around in circles, in the dark, for more than an hour. She really, really wants to ride it to school, so she's trying to get fluent on it.
Last night Grandma Wendy siad, "Cecily, can we hear your poem?" and Cecily said in her best Grandma Wendy voice, "Only if you don't say 'Oooooh that's so gorgeous! You should be a poet person when you grow up.'"
I know it seems I'm obsessed with Cec lately. That's because I am. We spend a lot of time together these days. She's the new Eva/Ingrid.
11 hours ago