Maybe She's Actually My Child After All

I have all kinds of crappy things going on right now but none of those things matters because tonight Peanut picked out a book by herself and asked me (in her way) to read it. I know she's probably done this before, but tonight was the first time it was so obvious, and so much a choice instead of I'll-play-with-whatever's-handy that it made me completely joyful.

I have this theory about kids that every time they do something that you think makes you as happy as you could ever possibly be, sooner or later they top it.