Megan is getting pretty old you know? She is pushing 4.5 these days and there is something about this ripe old age that makes a girl reflective on life’s good times.
Just now, she was telling me about the blue houses stairs. (We talk about the different places we’ve lived by the color of the house. In California we lived in "the green house" [More true than she knows!] and our first place in Romeo was "the blue house." Our current house is "the white on brown house.")
But the funny thing is that she lives in both the real world and her pretend world and I like to catch her when she is pretending. She told me, "Daddy, one day when I was littler I used to fall down the stairs but one day, when I was two, I learned to walk up and down the stairs at the blue house." I said, "well… that is a good story but you learned how to walk really good when we lived in the green house. Did we have stairs in the green house?" Then she promised me that we had stairs in the green house. Yeah, we lived in a ranch.
I think I have the same toddler memories because I swear I remember being able to jump up onto my garage roof as a kid!
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