• How you give serious consideration, before every car ride, to what ball should accompany you.
• How you say banana: bee-anna.
• Our front-porch picnics for lunch every day, or, as I like to call them, our meetings of the minds.
• How one day you can love, love, love the tornado slide, and the next day, not so much -- ditto for ants.
• How you will still plant a big kiss on a random tree every once in a while.
• When you sing the theme to "Wonder Pets" -- how even though you don't have the words right, it still makes sense.
• How you ask papa if you can do something and if he says no, you ask me and vice versa -- and you're only two (we're in trouble).
• How you'll run and get a ball or some sort of pick-me-up for a distressed character in a book we're reading.
• The way you re-enact every video of you we watch on the computer.
• The look on your face when you present your book selections for the evening.
• The fact that you laugh hysterically at my bad jokes (one of your favorites: what do you want for lunch? peanut butter and jelly or peanut butter and jelly?)
• When you return beaming from a walk with papa and puppy with a dandelion you picked for me.
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