She ran ahead and wanted to balance on every curb, pick every flower, and say hello to everyone. She asked everyone their names and then proceeded to introduce herself and me to all those who stopped to acknowledge her chirpy three-year-old voice. She grew tired on the way home, so I carried her. She was fascinated by our moving shadows as we walked under the sun.
"Look, it's us!" she exclaimed. We waved to our shadows and then made bunny hand puppets, narrating as they hopped along.
"I got to go!" she voiced.
"Me too. I need to go eat some carrots!" I said, playing along.
"I need...I need...I need to go eat some carrot cake!" She laughed.
"That's right, you liked the carrot cake Yaya made at Easter," I said.
"Yup. I ate it all up. I want some when we get home."
"I don't think there's any carrot cake at home," I said.
"Yes there is. Yaya gave me some to take home after Easter!" Easter was two and half weeks ago, mind you.
"I don't think it will be there anymore," I said.
"Yes there is. I believe!" she said, throwing her grass-stained arms up in the air.
In the mind of a three-year-old, if you believe hard enough, anything can happen. What a wonderful idea.