Breakfast with Selah, dinner with Tessa
This morning, the following exchange between my wife and 2 1/2 year-old, while one fills out paperwork and the other eats cereal…
Selah: What you doing, mommy?
Mom: I’m doing paperwork.
Selah: I’m doing cerealwork!
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We just celebrated Tessa’s 5th birthday. During the celebrations, she informed us:
“I’m five today. I’m a grown-up. I can do lots of tings now![sic]“
“Oh? What can you do?”, mom asks.
“I can drive!” she exclaims. Uh, hate to break it to you kid… (especially after seeing her drive a race-car at Chuck-E-Cheese – it’s been a while since I’ve been lapped BY ALL 39 other cars before even finishing one lap. 
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