Am recovering from flu/sinus infection/pneumonia triple threat long enough to share this:
The Bear has recently begun to call me "Mother." In her lispy little three-year-old voice, it comes out like "Mudder." I'm not doing this justice, but it's just the most precious thing in a long while. Seriously. I've taken to calling her "Daughter" in return, just for fun. She totally gets it.
Her sister, on the other hand? Not so sweet. She's biting. Again. She bit her sister five times over the weekend, with many more narrowly averted disasters. And today, at school, she bit two of her classmates. Yes, my kid is That Kid. The Biter. The one who probably bit your kid at daycare and made him cry.