We were reading this book last night again at bedtime and we arrived at the page with the shaving-adverse character and E immediately pointed to him and squealed, He has a moustache just like me! And then she pointed to her face and the apparently obvious moustache on it, growing just above a huge grin - that funny, confident, expectant grin of a little kid who still gets praise for simple things like matching games, who believes she just identified a match, and is now sitting back and waiting for the lavishing of the praise to commence.
The positive thing about spending a sick day in the company of her emerging self-awareness is that it is sure to be an interesting day.
