I want to remember the cute stuff she says, especially on days like today. She threw a major tantrum and told me to stay away from her. (I know she’s not being intentionally hurtful. Still, hurtful.)
1. When Raisin gets tucked in at night, she insists on being covered from head to toe with her “puppy blanket.” She calls this her “Kunta Cave,” which I can only assume is a reference to Kunta Kinte and is intended to symbolize her enslavement in a system that allows the ruling parent class to set arbitrary bedtimes.
2. Raisin is learning to count and to say the alphabet, but both are still incomplete. She seems to especially loathe the numbers three and four, and her alphabet song usually goes like this: “A B C D E F G H I J K Emily Elizabeth.”
I would claim not to know where she gets this stuff from, but my parents would assure you that I was just as weird at her age.