You are frustrated with me. You want to play Uno and Candyland. I want to nap. You ask when I'm going to stop being sick. You wish every day were a school day because I'm not much fun.
You are on the verge of learning to read. But already you read me. You ask if I need ice or water. You rock your brother before his nap. Lately, I am quick to tell you that I'm not going to always be like this, that she will be here soon and we will love her. But you already know that, because you already do.