I'm not sure if she remembered Kaylee from an older picture or what her frame of reference was, but she asked a question that I have been asking ever since...
"Where's little Kaylee?"
It truly doesn't seem all that long ago that my little Kaylee was telling me that her bottom hurt from sitting in her carseat. She gave such a convincing argument that we stuck a bunch of cotton batting under the seat cover of her carseat. She was SO SO happy about it... but it was probably only a couple of days later she started crying about her bottom... it had become a habit... I reminded her about her "new soft cushion" and she smiled. She was busted and she knew it. She was always so smart like that.
I remember her first actual joke. We were in a gas station along I-80 taking a travel break. She and I were trying on sunglasses together and she tried on a small pair of very dark perfectly round wire rimmed glasses. Just the kind of glasses you always see "the three blind mice" wearing in any good illustration.
I was busy checking my shades when I became conscious that she was calling my name over and over... "Mom, Mom, Mom... Mom...Mom..." (not an unusual occurrence, it can be tough to get my attention on a good day, even now.) I finally looked down at the persistent three year old and saw her waving her arms in front of her as any blind mouse might have when trying to get her bearings. It was hilarious. She's been making me smile and laugh for 18 years now.
I can't imagine my life without her.
For Kaylee's birthday, the girls got haircuts, followed by a spa night in the living room.
We made an oatmeal yogurt scrub that smelled just like yogurt parfait.