Babess is three tomorrow. I can hardly believe it. But she has life all mapped out for the next few years.
“Soon I will be free, and then I be five,” she asserted the other day.
“No, Babess!” her big brother scoffed. “You be free, den FOUR, den five.”
“Noooo,” she insisted. “I be free den FIVE ‘cos I going to school. Two, free, five. I don’t want to be four.”
I’m glad she’s got that organised, then.
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