Viv and Charlie are becoming a unit. Now that Charlie is two and finally walking as much as he is talking, they are interacting more than ever before. Viv has always enjoyed being a big sister to babies both real and imagined, but now she also has a playmate. A cohort. A co-conspirator. And another analytical mind to meld with.
Mama: “You are so cute Charlie.”
“No, I’m not cute, I’m Charlie”.
Mama: “What’s that (stuffed) puppy’s name?”
“Puppy”.
Mama: “Oh, and what about that puppy, what’s its name?”
“Other Puppy”
girl at large 