I love three-year-olds -- especially mine.
She has a funny concept of time. Everything that she talks about happened "last morning."
Last morning we went to Michigan.
Last morning she was a little tiny baby.
Last morning Biv-bef (aka "Elizabeth") and Trabis came over.
Last morning we were at Grandma and Grandpa's. (Okay, so that one is actually true.)
We were very busy "last morning!"
She also has an interesting concept of time moving forward as well. I was helping her get ready for bed one night -- while she is fully potty trained during the day, she does still have accidents while sleeping so she wears a diaper overnight and during naps. So while I was putting a diaper on her I talked about someday soon when perhaps she wouldn't NEED a diaper at night, when she's just a little bigger.
She said, "When I get bigger and bigger I am going to get married and I am going to have a baby in my tummy. And I won't wear diapers then."
Good heavens, I hope that the non-diaper wearing days are loooong before the marriage/baby days.
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