Molly is talking a lot these days, relatively understandably, but sometimes you need some context. Like yesterday, I was pushing her in the jogging stroller and stopped so I could hear what she was urgently telling me. It sounded a lot like “my go rocket” – and it turns out I had heard completely right. Apparently, she had tilted the shade back so she was staring up at the sky and could see a crescent moon even in the daylight, and was thinking about going there. She later clarified, “My go rocket moon!” She wanted to take me, Austin and Tucker but she did NOT want Clarence to come.
Molly also calls everything hers. When we pick Tucker up at the preschool that she will go to next year, she spends most of the trip to and from clarifying that this is “my school” NOT “Tucker’s school.”
