When we were at Grandma and Grandpa’s house last week, Layla got a new puzzle. She put the pieces in lickety-split as if she had played with the puzzle for ages. She was so happy with herself. She would clap and say “Bravo! Bravo!” Really, where does she pick this stuff up? It’s not like I walk around the house yelling “Bravo! Bravo!” – although, maybe I should start…
