It was so cool.
I could understand her stories.
"'J' touch my head. No 'J,' no."
"'I' fell down. 'I' Bumped knee."
"Mama, my painted."
I know these stories are going to get more elaborate as she gets older. I hope she still tells me about her school day as she grows.
I'm also hoping that through these moments I can somehow teach her to be a good friend and include everyone, especially those who need it the most.
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