My daughter is 3, going on 21. At least that’s what Jake told a lady on Saturday when she asked how old Alice is. I think it is true. Alice informed the lady of her name and proceeded to spell it out (A-L-I-C-E). Then she told her that her sister’s name was Roxie, and was kind enough to spell that too. I am pretty sure our kid has turned into that precocious child that I was always annoyed by. Me, "My kids are never going to be that obnoxious!"
As obnoxious as she can be, she is always doing things that put a smile on my face. For example, last weekend I purchased some new nylons for church. Alice thought the box was super cool and asked if she could have it. Uh, sure. Later that day I found this in her sock drawer. She stuffed a pair of her tights in the box.