Toddler

"Linnea, have you done a poo?"
"No! MINE poo!"

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How can I teach her that her body is her own when I hold her down and force her to wear trousers in spite of screaming, tearful protests?

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Please repeal the laws of physics. The magnets aren't behaving as they should. Linnea is inconsolable.

she loves me

The other day, I leaned over and kissed Linnea's temple during lunch. As soon as I sat back down, she stood up on the bar of her chair, leaned over, and rubbed noses with me.

Today, she gave me half of her toast and jam, and when I said thank you, she grinned and nodded. So I said "Oh I do love you. I love you."

And she grinned again, and said, through a mouthful of toast, "I love you."

Linnea said to me, "I love you."