JULIA: Mom, are my feet bigger now? (sticking her bare feet towards my face.)
ME: Yes, they are.
JULIA: When I was only three, one foot was big, and one foot was little.
ME: (after having given her ibuprofin for her sore throat/cold) Julia, how are you feeling now?
JULIA: Gooooooood as lava!
JULIA: (While snuggling with Daddy) Daddy, I'm TWENTY Julias!
ETHAN: Twenty Julias?
JULIA: Yeah, and you're ELEVEN Daddies.
And on a side note, clearly I cannot take my eyes off from Madeleine for a minute, not even to sit down and write a blog post. I heard her toddle into the kitchen and could hear her talking to herself, and when I went to peek at her I found her in the hallway, just hanging out in her booster seat:
The gate to the hallway is now closed and shall remain that way.
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