I take for granted how well Zahara is able to communicate and express herself, but I shouldn't. She really is articulate for her age. I love our conversations and always look forward to what she'll say next.
Thought 1:
Pointing to her classmate who is on all fours next to her:
Pointing to her classmate who is on all fours next to her:
Z: Mummy, this is my pet dog. Zevi, bark for my mum.
Zevi: Ruff, ruff.
Zevi: Ruff, ruff.
Thought 2:
Z: Daddy, I don't want you to sing anymore. Don't be a parent.
Thought 3:
Z: Why are your eyes pink?
Me: That's my eye shadow. Do you like it?
Z: No. You look like a monster.
Me: That's my eye shadow. Do you like it?
Z: No. You look like a monster.
Thought 4:
Z: I saw all the blossoms on the trees. They look like Cheerios.
See previous Thoughts by Z here
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