Reagan's sense of humor is blossoming. She is genuinely funny, in her little helium, 4-year-old-grammar voice. Today, during a raging thunderstorm, I was playing the piano and singing at the top of my lungs. Reagan was snacking on popcorn.
As I sang, she just looked at me, harrumphed, an said "MOM! PLEASE! I'm trying to EAT here!"
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