Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Little scientist

Marlo hasn’t experienced any separation anxiety when we drop her off at preschool. Instead she marches in and starts playing with all the various toys they have stationed around the room like this magnifying glass, birds nest and unidentifiable stuffed bug. When I leave she kisses me goodbye and turns back to what she was doing giving no indication that she will notice my absence.

This is the kid who in her teens is going to escape through her bedroom window and set things on fire, right?

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