We are climbing into the car on the way to school. Sasha looks at me soberly. "Mommy? I think Maya is learning to talk. Seriously. Like a real person."
At dinner, I inform Matt that Maya took about five steps while Sasha was at karate. Real steps, without holding onto anything. Sasha looks at Maya fondly, and croons, "Oh, my sweet little baby is becoming a toddler!"
Sasha is rambunctious in the parking lot at the grocery store. I tell her that she has to settle down if we are to get home before daddy does.
"Daddy is off the hook," she proclaims.
"Sasha, do you even know what that means?" I ask.
"No," she replies, thoughtfully. "Not really."
Posted by andrea at October 4, 2007 10:14 PM