In addition to having learnt to write "I don't love you Mummy," Clara has branched out into sidewalk prose.
I walked up the hill to the kindergarten classroom to get her yesterday afternoon and saw, in foot-high letters on the walkway, a note to me, something she must have written there during recess: "Clara and Mummy" festooned with love-hearts.
Awwww. Dearest Clara, I love you too.
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