I went into the dark nursery and talked to her briefly about her day. I asked her if they sang her "Happy Birthday" at school and if she gave all her friends stickers and she told me about it a little bit. I asked her for big hugs and I really couldn't get enough because I've been thinking all day about my little girl being not so little anymore. Each hug made me think of how I used to hold her when she was just a tiny little baby. After maybe the third hug:
Me:"I love you so much."
Clara: "I love you too Mom."
Me: "I can't believe you are five years old!"
Clara: "How old are you?"
Me: "34."
Clara: "Wow that is so big and fat!"
She clearly thinks fat is a compliment.
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