One morning, around the 5:30-6:00 am range, Maya found her whistle and began running through the kitchen, blowing it as much as her little lungs could. Our windows were open with the great spring weather.
Me: "Maya, you're going to wake up the neighbors blowing that whistle so early."
Maya: "I'm not worried."
At the same time that our daughter was beginning to be her tough self, she also began to spontaneously display and profess her affections to her family. In May, 2013 out of nowhere and again in our kitchen while Mark was making her dinner and she played next to him on the floor, she said:
"I love you daddy."
It was the first time she said this to him unprompted. He looked at us both with almost tears in his eyes and pure joy. And as he was about to respond with words of fatherly love and devotion, she emphatically stated:
"I love you floor."
End scene.
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