Last night Chancery woke up with a sore ear. We decided to take her temperature & give her some tylenol. While she was sitting with the thermometer in her mouth PChad was trying to figure out the right dose of medicine to give her. He had picked up the bottle & was reading the chart on the side. As he did so, he kind of muttered, “How old is she? Four?”
Chancery’s little voice rang out, “And a half!”
She listens to every little conversation going on around her & has a very good memory too. We always have to watch what we talk about with her big ears around!