L getting ready to go get her flu shot.
Yesterday, while we were in the car L says to me, "when I grow up I want to be a doctor." I was surprised by this because she's so afraid of them.
Today, she while in the car.
L: I want to be a different number.
Me: What number?
L: I want to be four.
L: I'm big now, I want to be four years old.
Poor L, her friend A moves up to the Pre-K 2 class and I think she wants to go.
All her friends