So yesterday, our two and a half year old nearly reduced us to tears. Not by whining, screaming, holding her breath until she turns purple and passes out though. She told us about her best friend. Completely on her own, she came into the kitchen and said, "My best friend is my Beckett. My Beckett is my best friend." So sweet! We know she loves Beckett, but it's so incredible to watch that relationship develop.
The pumpkin is just funny. She informed me one day recently that she is not my pumpkin. She is "Wiwa". She now does it every. single. time.
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