A Pattern of Words

They’ve hit a sweet spot and it’s so lovely. E is almost 4 and R just turned 3. They beg to play with another daily and then spend the entire time in endless imaginative fun full of Paw Patrols, unicorns, and Super Kitties. (Žak Žak Dunie always nearby and often roped into the fun) R came over the other day and E immediately begged to put on a matching bubble sweater (made lovingly by Mamele), after which both girls disappeared into the basement to build a unicorn corral. We are frequently lulled into a false sense of security as they disappear to play with zero fights, then realize, oops, they’re not quite old enough to ignore when they reappear with faces decorated full-tilt with markers or you realize they’ve absconded with your Allen wrench and buried it in their mud kitchen paraphernalia.