A couple of my favorite little girls spent part of this evening pushing their strollers with various toys and sometimes themselves into the kitchen and requesting olives. At least that's what I assumed they were requesting since I was cutting olives and I looked down to see a couple of fingers sticking out at me.
Now the eldest of these two is "reading" to the other. I actually suggested the girls go get books for me to read while the oldest two are at karate. The youngest said, "No, Gigi." And Gigi it is. I've been trumped by the pre-reading almost 5 year old. My feelings are not hurt.
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