Zeph: dressed and ready to go to your first ever preschool party. You chose a faded navy polka dotted button up shirt and washed green linen shorts. You insisted on standing just 'so' and preferred to keep a serious look upon your face. You, my boy, are growing up and up and up.
Pippi: For you, life is always this good. You're a ray of squishy sunshine.
Elke: MUMMA (and a booger, but you know). You've been communicating with such clarity over the past week or so. I'm not even biased when I say you're a child prodigy.
Joining with Jodi.