When Rowan plays, he whispers to himself. I think it's developmentally appropriate. Either that, or he sees dead people.
"Lyla, you look like you're headed out on the town."
"Yeah."
"Is that a baby in a butterfly net?"
"Yeah. Don't wake her up."
Flowers planted with Mommy this morning. Lyla helped and Rowan "helped."
Remember in November when Lyla rejected Benjamin Franklin's whole "penny saved, penny earned" credo and spent her birthday money on a plastic heart mirror thing and comb? Today Rowan opened it and snapped the plastic hinge, leaving the heart in two pieces. Lyla sobbed.
Later, she said, "Daddy, Rowan broke my heart."
"Literally or figuratively?"
"He broke a little bit of it."
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