We were running around town this afternoon, on a treasure hunt for two pairs of new soccer shoes, when an era in our family came to an abrupt end. I heard Anna say something from her booster seat right behind me:
Anna: "Mom? Did you know that the Cochran's have a piano in their basement?"
Me: (fighting back an errant tear) "What do the Cochran's have in their basement, Anna?"
Anna: "A piano."
Now why did this make me wax a little nostalgic? Because Anna is an extremely articulate child. Always has been. She didn't say many things wrong. But "piano" was one of them. She called a "piano" a "pianio." We'd love to make up reasons for her to say it just so we could giggle. Cutest thing you've ever heard.
But she doesn't say "pianio" anymore. Sigh.