I don't think I even have a concept for 'regular' when I was four years old. I think I was given a demonstration on what 'precocious' really meant. I imagined what she'll be like a few more years from now, and I jokingly told the child's mom that I'm a bit scared for her. "I'm scared for me, too," the mom told me.
On another matter altogether, I haven't been sleeping lately. I simply give in to exhaustion and collapse.
2 comments:
aaaww.... *hug*
easy lang. rest. :)
it's okay, dear. the lack of whachamacallit is totally my fault, anyway.
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