Eliana and I rode my bike and the trailer bike to the coop for a date. We really like their bakery's bread, so we'll buy a baguette and spent a little time together gobbling it down. She prefers the soft bread from the insides and leaves the crusty bits for me.
While we were sitting here, she piped up and said, "They do have a restroom here!" That hardly seemed newsworthy enough for her exclaimation. Then I realized that she'd deduced this by reading a "restroom" sign across the store. I was impressed since the sign didn't have iconography, meaning she read the sign by herself. An eight letter word isn't too shabby for a kindergartener.
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