In Which Maia Is Five
I'm driving the kids to school. Maia informs us that her friend, Isabel, wants to marry John. I tell her that Isabel has some competition from Miles' younger sister.
"I'll have to talk to Isabel about that," Maia says thoughtfully.
"What are you going to say to her, Bug?" I ask.
"If you were Isabel, I would tell you," comes the reply in a voice I know I'll be hearing for the next 15 years.
Random Gross Comment
Maia, upon seeing a scab on her leg: "It looks like BACON!"