Gwen came down the stairs last night, carrying the box of dental floss and trailing about a six foot piece of it behind her. She calls to me, "Mom, floss please?" I don't know about you, but I don't know any other almost three year old that requests flossing.
Then again, Gwen is unique in a lot of ways. :-)
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