The theme of the week turned out to be independence. My oldest said she was working on a secret project…them came out dressed as “Tinkerbell.” Bandaids as dress adhesive and all. The only thing she let me do was help with Scotch tape on the side of the tissue paper bodice. Is it too soon for me to dream that I may be meeting Tim Gunn on a home visit in the future?
And my littlest? She’s two. Everything has the reponse of “I got it. I got it.” Followed by an intense meltdown when she realizes she doesn’t “got it,” not yet anyway.