Ever since Linus got his tennis racquets for his birthday, Greta has been stealing them and walking around "playing" them. She chants "my luke-a-lay-lee, my luke-a-lay-lee" and sings Peg+Cat songs.
When I asked about her lukelele, she said, "It's not a lukelele, it's a racquet!"
And when she referred to the Talking Tree in our backyard as "a bark" and I asked her about which bark she was talking about, she said, "that's not a bark, it's a tree!"
I love the way that this smear of chocolate on her face somehow formed a perfect, jaunty van dyke.
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