“F my name! Mom! F my name.”
“You wrote my name! You wrote F.”
“This is mine. ’cause F.”
Spying an F on a bag of chips. “My name! F my name. Fecity my name. Why is my name there?”
It’s nice that she’s become so proficient at spelling and writing her name but I can’t wait until she figures out that she doesn’t actually own the letter, F.
P.S. How was everyone’s summer? Can you believe it’s over? (I mean, in theory.)