This morning Graham Cracker wanted to wear her Christmas sweatshirt. Somehow I was able to talk her out of it. I took it to put it in the "Christmas Room" (where I put things I don't want her to wear) and she said, "What if I need to take it to my house?"
"This is your house."
"It is?" (We've had this conversation many a time...)
Sitting in her room..."Is that from my house?"
"Yes."
"How about that?"
"Yes."
"I don't understand. How did all my stuff get here?"
"Well, Libby picked out the stuff that needs to come and Mark sent it."
Tears, sobbing. "My family really loves me. la dee dah dee dah de dah dah...I must've done something good."
Sniff
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