Lilah Chaplin
I can't see
Your mother picked up a pair of sunglasses for you on our way to supper tonight. Little purple jobs with fairies and a Winnie-the-Pooh storage pouch, you were quite impressed.
We left the restaurant about dusk yet you insisted on wearing your shades. Immediately you complained about not being able to see and then “walked” into 3 trashcans and a sign post to drive home the point. I wouldn’t say you sold it very well as you did stop short and kind of leaned into them before looking back and laughing [Note from Camille: well she did more than lean into the garbage cans; she crowed "whoa, can't see" "look out" and "hey, how this garbage can get here?"], but we can work on that.
I think it’s great how you are keeping a diary of all your adventures. You’ll have such wonderful memories to look back on.