

I love the frequent reminders of how wondrous and unbridled a child’s imagination can be. For instance, this evening I was running Olivia through her soccer training regimen – I know, I know…soccer drills at two and a half may be a bit much, but the reality is that the 2023 Women’s World Cup is right around the corner – when she stopped what she was doing and ran over to the wall. At that point, she named and identified the smudges above as Li-Li (herself), Nu-Nu (Mommy), La-Ga (me), and Max (Max), and spun an elaborate yarn about our family ‘cation (Oliviaspeak for vacation).
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