Last night, when I told Reilly that she would go to bed age two and wake up age three, she seemed a little horrified at the concept, that somehow she would change in a marked way—grow three inches, or have to start driving herself to her swim lessons in the morning. No matter how I tried to soothe her, she would say, “I don’t want to turn three! I want to stay small forever.”
When I told this story to Shawn, she just nodded, which I knew to mean, “That makes two of us.”
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