Freyja likes to play with the neighbor dog.
She asks me if she can play with the dog, exactly the way she asks if she can play with the neighborhood children,
"Mommy? Can I play with Wrangler?"
Sometimes she asks me if she can play on our elderly neighbor's impeccably groom lawn, the same way.
"Mommy? Can I play with Harlan's grass?"
When I think of her out growing these of these kinds of questions, my heart just breaks. It is one of the few times I feel weird about the fact that I will never have a little child again, never have another baby and that, that part of my life is over, which is pretty much ok with me, except for the cuteness.