Monday, October 05, 2009

As I walked into the kitchen this evening . . .

"Hello, Mummy. How are you?"

"Er, hi, Molly. I'm well, thank you. How are you?"


"You're well? That's great."

"I'm going to be three."


"Yes, three."

"Um, you will be three next year. You're about two-and-a-half right now."

"Yes, I will be three but Devyn won't be three."

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