You were hanging next to me while I was standing barefoot, ironing.
I asked: "Zoe, could you please bring me my flip flops?
You turned around, left the room, and came back carrying my flip flops in your hand.
My jaw dropped. When did you start understanding so well? What else do you know? It's like yesterday that you were barely crawling.
Love,
Mommy
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