Sqeaker and I went to the playground last weekend. In the car she started to sing "let's go to a picnic. We're going to a picnic..." When we got there, a blonde girl was climbing up an offset ladder. As we got out of the car Squeaker said, I think that girl is my age. The first thing she did was touch every sliding board. They were too hot to use during our last visit. Not long after that, she ran up to the blonde girl and said "I think we are the same age.". Her new friend responded by stating that she was four.
Squeaker's response was "Actually, I am three.". At which point the little blonde girl was no longer interesting.
