Too busy to post.  PC’s mom is here, so Rabbit is outside at nearly 9:00 at night, in the dark, swinging on the playset with Grandma J., and shouting with joy. 

“Mommy, later on me and Gramma J. are going to hang out,” she told me earlier this evening.  She was sitting on the pot while I was brushing my hair, swinging her legs, peeing and simultaneously breaking wind into the toilet, and laughing at herself. 

She ran outside in her pajamas and sneakers a minute ago, yelling “Mommy, we’re going to swing for a little bit and then I’m going to brush Grandma’s hair.”

God, I wish I were six years old again sometimes.