Lyla's taping up all kinds of decorations in her room for the not-birthday not-party she's not-throwing.
In probably related news, Rowan talks to himself a lot while he plays.
"Her can go in there."
And sometimes I respond, mainly to correct his grammar.
"Yes, she certainly can go in there."
"Yeah."
See, he appreciates my helpful edits. Or he's just acknowledging my apparent agreement with his contention that she can go in there.
Julie's normal. Oh: except for today at work when her hands were full and she was talking to a coworker and the coworker nearly died laughing when he noticed that Julie was gesturing with her foot.
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