Obviously, braces are in our future.
Gratuitous child stories:
Two nights ago, when R and I were doing flashcards before bed (What? She likes them!), I found the tables were turned in our relationship. She insisted first that “Me hold.” Then she pointed at a card and said, “What’s that, Mom?” She wouldn’t let up until I told her what it was. Then she patted my arm with all the seriousness of a judge and said, “Good girl, Mom.”
Last night, she finally started saying her own name, pointing at a family picture we have hanging in our hallway and reciting who was in the photograph. I gleefully relayed the information to her father, who, a little later, asked her what her name was. “Princess,” she replied, matter-of-factly. We don’t even call her that as a nickname.