Tuesday, February 3, 2009

From September - Abigail 3 yrs

On this day, I was wearing my gold harp necklace. Abigail noticed it.

"Mom, your necklace is metal. It's gold metal. (She lifted it up to look closer.) Now it's white metal. (The light reflected off it differently. She put it down.) Now it's shiny gold metal. (Lifting it again) Now it's white. (Back down) Now it's gold."

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