Every night, she wears the same long-sleeved, flannel, Christmas nightgown to bed. I don't know where that nightgown came from, but it's probably 2 sizes too big. When it's in the laundry, she's sad.
Arnie is usually her twin- always the younger twin. Occasionally she's his mom and I'm his grandma. But usually he is the twin, and I am mom to both of them.
"I will love you on the encore." (long pause) "What is the encore?"
Today she rode her bike in a princess costume and then told me that she wants to be a princess, and live with a king and queen. I told her I would miss her too much.
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