Rebecca has begun the “what’s that, Daddy?” phase (precursor to the “why?” stage, perhaps?) When reading a book, she points at each part of every picture and asks: “What’s that, Daddy?” Or details of her toys. Or anything she’s not certain of the name. It began halfheartedly a few days ago, but today was in full swing.
The really frustrating thing is when she asks it about something on TV, which is gone by the time I look at the screen.
Supper at Billy Bob’s Burgers.
WEATHER: 56-84°F, sunny, breezy