This morning while Lennie and I were reading a book of children’s poems that she had selected from her shelves, she took over the reading, running her finger across the page and beginning with the following story, the first of several in the same vein:
Once upon a time,
three princesses,
three mommies,
three daddies,
three Lennies,
three babies in Mommy’s belly,
six grandmas,
seven granddaddies.
Clearly your firstborn prodigy knows to emphasize the good stuff. Particularly the seven granddaddies. I count this final score at grandparents 13, parents/siblings 9. We win! We’ll take the 3 Lennies as our award
Either they don’t put enough aunts in the books you’re reading to that kid or you guys just aren’t giving us the same talking time as the new baby. Either way, I’d like to hear of some aunts in her next story. Until then, I’ll just assume I’m included in the three princesses.