Carly got herself up and dressed this morning to take Hunter to school with Dan. She ate breakfast, put on her coat and had her “purse” and everything. Well, they just arrived back and Dan hollered down to me about their conversation as they drove toward home:
“Where we going Dad?”
“Home.”
“No, we not go home... we need to go to the Dentist.”
In less than a week’s time, she’s already forgotten all about her trip last week to the dentist, and how she was unhappy and sore all day. Wish I could forget the unhappy times like that. We could all learn something from a 3 year old.
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