Last night, I was reading a Curious George book to Wilder before bedtime. In it, George makes a mess, as George often does, and a nurse scolds him. "A monkey!" she yells (or at least she does in my version; storytime is for bringing out your rarely used inner actress, after all). "And he's making a BIG MESS!"
Wilder stops me, mid-book. He points to George.
"That's me."
He points to the scowly-faced, stick-up-her-butt, no-fun-having nurse.
"That's you, Mama."
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