Yesterday evening, we were late getting Olivia ready for bed, which has seem to become more and more frequent now that seven o'clock looks and feels like high noon. While I was getting Olivia PJ'd, I was hurriedly trying to think through the outfit I would set out for her to wear the next day to make the morning go more smoothly. I asked Evan, "What's the weather going to be tomorrow?" knowing his i-phone could instantly check the forecast. Then from the changing table, Olivia said, "I know the weather." Amused, I asked her, "You do? What is it?" Her cheerful reply was "Springtime!"
Smarty-pants.
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