Mama, mama, I have something to tell you.

I have to write these down before they escape my brain. A few comments from June this week (and it's only Tuesday).

I dead-ed it. I grin every time she says this, which is pretty often because there are plenty of ants to smoosh on our patio.

Jessica V. has fallen in love with me. Platonic love, mind you, but she gushes and blushes when she says it. Today she told me that she's fallen in love with Anna and Laura, but shhh, don't tell Jessica. Apparently, she's the jealous type.

Mama, this dress isn't big. Translation: This dress doesn't twirl as wide as the dress her auntie gave her for her birthday, the dress she'd wear daily if it didn't mysteriously disappear into the wash for days.