Thursday, July 14, 2005

Lying in bed this morning with the world's earliest rising twins, I hear Chago whisper (because Mama insists on whispers until at least 6:15am) 'The sky is pink like a flower.' So, I pry open my eyes and roll over to look out the window and wouldn't you know it, it's a gorgeous shade of pale pink. What a smart little cookie. A simile at two. I couldn't be prouder.

'Do you think it's pretty, Chago?' 'Yes. It's pretty like Saia.'

[hear heart melting]

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