Tonight when putting Sofia to bed (we are averaging just over an hour on this one) she and I got to talking. We were talking about how was sleeping, who we would see tomorrow, what we would do tomorrow.
water is what she calls the fountain in the park next to our building.
“you want to play in the water tomorrow?”
“yea, uh-huh! water! tomorrow! water?”
“sure, we can go in the water tomorrow”
“yes. it’s a plan.”
“it is a plan?”
“yup, it’s a plan”
“it is a plane?”
“it is a plan.”
“it is a helicopter.”