August 5, 1995 Lark is 2 (nearly 3) years old
Lark,
You were keeping me company (sort of) while I was getting ready for work. You were playing with a little pink plastic pretend hairblower. I was thinking how adorable and feminine you were. Then I heard you referring to the blowdryer as a gun.
(Considering you have no brothers and your dad has no guns and we never talk about guns and we don't watch violent films, this came as quite a surprise!)
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