*Last weekend, when I remarked that a book that had been so challenging for her to read the night before was now so easy for her, Beatrice remarked "I got rehydrated on my bookmanship and yesterday I was dehydrated on my bookmanship and readership."
*This morning when I told her she "didn't need to worry" about untying her skirt at all today to use the bathroom and that she could instead just go under it and deal with her pants: "Worrying is my brain's big job, it's the job my brain does all day. Worry, worry. Mama you don't need to tell me about my job or what to do. I know! How about you can just take a vacation from telling me what to do? Good idea?"
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