Chancery told me today, “I’m not cute anymore. I was cute when I was two, but now I’m three.”
Me: “Well, what are you now? Are you intelligent?”
Chancery: “No.”
Me: “Are you smart?”
Chancery: “Yes!”
Me: “Will you still be smart when you are four?”
Chancery: “No, I’ll only be smart when I am three.”
Me: “Well, what will you be when you are four?”
Chancery: “Then I will be biggest. Don’t forget when I am four, to say I’m biggest, ok, Mum?”
Me: “I’ll try not to, but I might have to write it down, so I don’t forget.”
Chancery: “Yes, you should do that!”
Conversations with her are always enlightening!
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