V has started telling me stories. Yesterday she said there was a white doggie barking in her bedroom closet. Last night she was telling me about how when she wasn't a caterpillar she was a butterfly. And butterflies are NOT caterpillars. And when she was in a cocoon she was a butterfly. It was awesome.

She is awesome.

To be fair I sometimes want to sell her to the gypsies. But mostly she just blows my mind with her imagination.

I'm so lucky.