Today I took Lane out to get coffee and browse by the shop windows. It was chilly, but not too cold to play with Preston the boxer, a regular at our Starbucks.
And then run around a bit.
Later she told her Papaw about it. She said (while nodding her head emphatically), “mall…dog…ball…..we go.” Which was, we went to the mall, we saw a dog, the dog had a ball. It was her first story.
She started to put sentences together too. This week she said, “It’s the sky.” And my favorite, “Dirt is dirty. Dirty dirt.”