She finally let me take a photo, but her name written in the magnetic letters on our fridge had to be involved. Fair enough. 
On May 30th, Claire turned three-and-a-half! When I told her I wanted to take a picture of her, she vehemently declined. She didn’t want a picture taken, because she was still three. Her age wasn’t any different. She insisted that I was wrong.
“You ARE three-and-a-half!” I said.
“NO I’m NOT!” she yelled.
“Oh, really? Then how old are you?” I asked.
“I’m not telling…” she said in the most sing-songy voice imaginable.
Thus proving, she is indeed three…and a half!
sent to your Email
