You know how sometimes you take pictures of your kids because they are so cute and you want to show it off to someone. New outfit, new haircut, new skill. Well, I find myself taking pictures of Megan more to just prove something that she did, out of disbelief. I can’t wait to tell her all the stories I have about her as a child. Like how at age 4 she wanted to make lemonade for the neighbors.

How she mixed up water, sugar, a lemonade mix by herself in her own proportions. She took a little bottle outside with straws and cups and set them up for whoever might happen to stop. After a bit, she decided she needed something to make noise. So she began honking the horn on a bike to get people’s attention. I could hear her calling “lemonade!” She tried a few neighbors before she found one who was home and happy to try her treat. For the others she just left a cup of lemonade on their front porch.

Or how about how she insists on wearing a dress. It doesn’t matter the weather or the occasion, it doesn’t even matter what goes with it. But the chances that we had winter attire to match summer dresses was usually slim. I will tell her how she always wanted to look beautiful and when I tried to get her in jeans she would say it was “sooo boring.” She just has a style about her that is very peculiar.

And I won’t be able to leave out all her make believe. The most recent one being that she is a dog. I mean, crawl on the floor, lick your leg kind of dog. We actually went on a walk today with her boots on her hands walking on all fours. She barks, she roars, she pretends to be anything other than a little girl. When I try to bring her back to reality, again I get “people are sooo boring.”

And this, my friends, was all in one day. A day with Megan is always an adventure.