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Tara-isms in the sweet summertime

How old are you? someone asked Tara.
"Four going on 20," she replied.

I tucked Tara in for the night, after two stories and a back rub, I told her she has to go to sleep. "You're not the boss," she told me. "Daddy is the boss."
Is that so? I said. John is notorious for the quick bedtime routine. There is no caving in to just one more story or another cup of water. He's efficient: "Go to bed, DON'T get out."
So I'll go get Daddy then, if he's the boss, I told her. "NO! NO! You're the boss! You're in charge!" she said.

I was filling out a form for Tara's fall session of pre-school and it asks some questions about your kid so they can get to know her personality. One question was: What is your child afraid of? I thought long and hard, and Tara is such a brave girl, I just couldn't come up with anything. I mean, she'll take tissue and kill a bug without hesitation. She sleeps in a room with no night light and the door closed (her choice).
So I walked into the other room where she was drawing pictures with markers and I said, "Tara, what are you afraid of?" She looked up at me, blinked her eyes, and simply stated: "Monsters." Then went back to coloring. Well, who isn't afraid of monsters??