"M for Mommy!"

Rowan will often point out pictures in a book we're reading her and say, "That's Mommy, that's Daddy, that's Rowan...". Today, though, she pointed at the storage box her blankets are in.

"Look, Mommy, it's you!"

Jen and I looked at the box. There were no pictures or anything on it.

"Where, honey?"

She clambers over to the box and points to a label on the side.

"See? 'M' for Mommy!"

Sure, enough, there was a big red M on the side of the box. In between, "Oh, you're right!" and "Good job, sweetie!" we just looked each other.