Here I am in the Wichita area while Carl swoosh-swooshes down the ski slopes. If anyone deserves that vacation, he does. I hope they're having a blast.
Hannah has been learning to "match" things this year. Maybe she's learned it every year of preschool, but this is the first year she's been able to verbalize the lesson at home. "Look Mom! My shirt matches your pants. They're blue!" Or "Your shirt matches that car!" (They're both red.)
My mom, a.k.a. Grandma Janis, rearranged her basement recently, moving the bedroom where Katie and Hailey sleep to a different location. The minute we arrived Saturday, Grandma Janis took all three girls down to show them their new digs, complete with a new quilt on the bed.
"What's that, gwamma?" Hannah asked, pointed up at gray duct work running along the ceiling of the new bedroom.
"That's the duct work for my heater."
Not missing a beat, Hannah informed her, "Gwamma! It matches your hair!"
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*snort* That's funny!
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