Sometimes Rachael is a small adult in a 3yo’s body, and sometimes she is thoroughly three.

Her first groggy words to me this morning, spoken as her feet swung from the potty:

“Mom, I slept with a bag of tortillas last night.”

Me: “Umm…good morning, honey.  Why did you sleep with tortillas?”

Rachael: “Because I was hungry and I wanted to eat some in the night.”

Me: “Did you eat any?”

Rachael: “No, because the bag was tied and I couldn’t get it open.  But now I can’t find the tortillas.”

I knew this was not a dream because I had set out a bag of to defrost the night before and they were, indeed, gone.  And they did, indeed, turn up in her bed.  They were thoroughly defrosted and still securely closed with a twist tie.

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