rudderless

This One

Always talking. To herself more than anyone these days. She makes up songs, she talks to inanimate objects. She just talks.
Yesterday she named our green Volvo, “Birdpoop Zucchini Car.” And it is exactly the color of zucchini, with some birdpoop mixed in.

Her favorite new words-
disgusting!
Stupid
gross
Horrified!
Terrified!

She’s learning about mean and terrible things like “kidknackers” (a playground game?) and hunters “who hunt children.” We shelter her to no end, but this stuff still comes up.
She’s truly three going on thirteen.
Hopefully by thirteen she’ll be able to wipe her own bum.