Last night, I dreamt that the baby was born in baby-size, but she was born talking and Ed and I didn't know what to do. It was the demands of a toddler in a sweet, tiny baby. She was totally winning control of the household. She said she wanted a new doll and I said, "We'll see..." and she said "What does THAT mean?! When am I getting my doll?!"
Then, Sister Anne (an old friend from pottery who, yes, is a nun) tried to kidnap her. Chloe said "bye, Mommy" and I called the police who said "Ma'am, I don't know if you're aware, but there are thousands of Phillies fans crowded onto Broad Street right now, so we're kind of busy."