The little girl who lives down the street and who my mother babysits occasionally, is SO CUTE. She’s playing outside her house as I walk by. When I stop and say to her dad, she turns, looks at me, points, and yells “??!” (“Auntie!”)–her name for my mother. She shuffles over to me and says, “????!”‘ (“Wanna go to Auntie’s!”)
The day before, I had arrived at home to see her there, and was told “She’s been here an hour or so–saw ?? on the street and followed her home, and wouldn’t go home with her dad, either.”
SO. CUTE.