Amaya woke me up at 3am a few nights ago with a very urgent whisper:
“Mommy, I have to tell you something. It’s important.”
I immediately woke up and said, “What is it?”
“I’m going to college and I’ll need someone special to look after my toys.”
The next day she was looking at a picture of the two of us and she said, very seriously to herself, “I’m going to miss you so much when I go away to college” and stroked the picture lovingly.
On her birthday Amaya started developing an English accent. Every question ends with an inflection. And R’s have lost their harshness.
Ruby and Max:
“Ruby, tell me that it’s time to go to bed,” she says.
“It’s time to go to bed,” I reply.
“Say, ‘It’s time to go to bed, MAX.”
And this goes on for hours.
4-year-olds are all about drama.