Hanging out with two-almost-three year olds is, while exhausting, often loads of fun. They are endlessly inventive and curious and their light, sweet voices are a most delightful music.
And, once in a while you get a monologue like this:
Lillian (points to herself): “That’s Lillian.”
(Points to her grandfather): “That’s ePa.”
(Pauses, places finger on chin, considers): “Lillian. ePa. Friends.”