When Anna is much older and asks me what she was like when she was three, I'm going to tell her that the conversation we had the most was:
Me: I'm going to the grocery store. Does anyone want to go with me?
Anna: Mom, can we get a baby cart and a cookie?
Every. Time. I. Go. To. The. Store. I hate those baby carts. But I love them because they are one of Anna's favorite things.
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