And it’s fun to hear what she’s been thinking about lately. We were driving home the other day when she piped up from the backseat…
Brontë: Can we go to the pumpkin farm?
Me: It’s not open right now. It won’t be open till Halloween.
Brontë: For our next Halloween house, I want to decorate with LOTS of pumpkins. We had a happy pumpkin but next time I want a happy pumpkin, a sad pumpkin, and a mad pumpkin… When is Halloween?
Me: Not for a while. Your birthday is coming up sooner. You and Bridget will have birthdays in March.
Brontë: I will be four.
Me: Yes! And Bidgie will be two.
Brontë: I wish she was turning five.
Me: Really? What do you want to turn?
Brontë: I want to turn six. No… Sixteen. I want to be sixteen.
Me: Sixteen, why?
Brontë: SO I CAN DRIVE THIS CAR.
It’s amazing how much three-year-olds pick up.