"Hello, Mr. Fly"

I buckled all of us into seat belts after a quick trip to Meijer. As I'm backing out of my parking space, Charlotte says, "there's a fly in here!!" 

[a little piece of me gets nostalgic for when she used to call them 'flying bugs']

In my best fly voice, I said, "Hello, Charlotte!" She giggles & says in her silly voice, "Hello, Mr. Fly! Are you coming to the splash park with us?" 

Mr. Fly replies, "Yes! But I don't know how to swim!" 

Charlotte *sings* back, "oh Mr. Fly! You don't swim at the splash park! You can fly around & splash with me & my friends!" 

Even after nearly 3 years, sometimes I still can't believe she's mine. That we created a person so sweet, kind, funny, smart, clever, innocent. I've said this about just about every stage so far, but I love this age.