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interview with a 3.25 year old

20 December, 2016

I don’t remember quarter years being a thing when I was younger.  I have clear memories of being in grade school and taking pride in my half year, but never even thinking about a quarter year.  It doesn’t matter though because I’m making it a thing now.  To remember.

While bathing Pony Monkey this evening, I asked her if she’d be up for an interview and explained the (not terribly significant) significance of her being 3.25 years old today as well as taking time to reflect on things at the end of the calendar year.

This is what I got before she decided that the questions were interfering with her ability to fill her dismembered mermaid doll carcass with bubbles:

Me: What was the best part of 2016?

PM: Going trick or treating

Me: What was the worst part of 2016?

PM: That broke down city got broke down. (She’s talking about Aleppo)

Me: What is the best part of being a big sister?

PM: That I will always be a big sister for two thousand years.

Me: What is the worst part of being a big sister?

PM: That I don’t get to get Duder in the bathtub.

Me: What is the best part of the winter holidays?

PM: That we could just go get cookies from people who are giving us cookies. One or three or four cookies.

Me: What is the worst part of the winter holidays?

PM: Not trick or treating. I really like trick or treating.

Me: What is the best part of being 3.25 years old?

PM: We could read Fantastic Mr. Fox over and over again.

Me: What is the worst part of being 3.25 years old?

PM: I’m done. Just done.

And so am I..

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