Out of the mouths of babes

I picked Petra up at school the other day, and while there, a boy was laughing at me saying "You have no hair on top!" (no, no I don't). He even wanted to touch my head.

That evening I was relaying the story to Alison, and Petra said "You're my dada! Not the other kids. [squints an eye up] I'm keeping an eye on you!"

Petra found the tag from a recent bra purchase, and made it her "bookmark." She tucked it into the Mickey Mouse thank you card Grandma sent. It has pictures inside the tag, and she opens it up and reads "Boobs, Boobs, Underwear, Underwear..."

And out of the other end- Accidents every night when grandma was visiting last week. But none since she left. Petra "surprises" us by calling us into the bathroom and saying "Look, I went poop in the potty!" We are required to celebrate. And if it means no more diapers, Hurray!