observations of a 4 year old. . .

s0-at the park, she was driving the ship to Dallas and Spain; I was the cook, serving sea rations.
next the swings. . .all morning I was Marmee and she was Meg.
"gran", she said, "don't kiss me as a 3 year old any more. . .now you can kiss me as a 4 year old."
that was random. . . "Okay, lamb," I said.
"gran, when you say three you stick your tongue out-when you say four you stick your teeth out."
hmmm, what a girl. . .