The other day, I opened the fridge and found one of your shoes on the bottom shelf, quite chilled. Your dad said that he was the one that did it, but I think it was you and that you had a good reason.
You really like putting diapers on your baby dolls and you often carry on complete conversations complete with hand motions, with only a few words that I can understand. You have figured out how to open the front door and love to be outside. This is a problem and a joy at the same time.
We put your pool on the porch and you spent an hour blissfully splashing in naked bliss on a warm April afternoon.
