Yesterday on the phone, Granny Jack mentioned how impressed she was by your ability to drink from a straw. Today, you decided to raise the stakes by practicing drinking from the biggest big-girl cup in the house.
It was your average mixture of triumph and tragedy.
I should tell you that at least once a day, your dad and I look at each other, sigh, and say, "Thank God for laminated flooring."
Love,
Mom
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