"Mommy, your hands rained on me" Referring to my hands wet from doing the dishes drizzling droplets on her skin when I hugged her - so much like rain.
"The moon eats stars for dinner each night" J figuring out why there were fewer stars in the sky on a full moon night.
"You shutdown the computer because shutup is a potty word" Had it not been for J, I would have never thought of that one.
"Flowers talk to little people and not to big people" To explain why it was okay for her to say Hi to them but not for me.
I learn memorable lessons from J all the time. I hope at least some of the things I teach her etch their mark on her just as remarkably.
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