Alice's days as a three-year-old are numbered. I just signed her up for preschool in the fall. She's recently decided to stay dry at night so she can wear undies at night and be a big girl. These are all good things. But the things I'm going to miss are also good things:
She got an art kit for Christmas. She calls it her kit kat. As in "Where is my kit kat?!" It was very confusing until we figured it out. When she gets out her kit kat she sets up her office. Today the office is the kitchen table (which is better than the living room chair or floor, where Peter has a field day with markers). She asked permission for the table to be her office, but made sure to point out that she also wanted her office to be a science office too. When asked what an office was, she answered, "a place where you write things." And what she's been writing is...
A letter to Santa. Never mind that it's January. She narrated it as she made a series of circles and accidental letter e's on her paper, so I was privy to her wishes. The compilation of several drafts (I've omitted some of the repetitions is this:
"Dear Santa, Please bring me ninjas for Christmas.
"I'm so excited about my list. It's turning out great!
"Dear Santa, I'm so grateful for the doll that didn't talk. Please bring me some ninjas for Chris-mas.
"Mom, what does Peter want for Christmas?"
I suggested trains.
She continued. "bring me a dog for Christmas too. I would like that. It's a useful thing I decided to have. And bring Peter a train."
She asked me what else she should write. Thinking she was done with the letter to Santa, I suggested she write what she wants to learn to do this year.
"Dear Santa, please bring me a dog. I would like to learn to feed my pet this year."
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We are not getting a dog this year. But I bet we could swing some ninjas.
