So Arden was using the bathroom the other day and she wanted me to give her some company as three-year olds are wont to do. She called ‘Dad’ so I called ‘Arden’ back, and when I got there I said:
“Arden!”
“Arden!” she replied.
“Am I Arden?”
“Yeah, you’re Beard Arden, and I’m Daddy.” Pause. “Hi, son!” she called.

I just broke out laughing.

The next day, Arden was sitting on my lap while we sharing my cereal (with banana – Arden’s favorite part) I was beginning an Armistead Maupin novel.

Arden asks, ” Do boys wear dresses?”

Look at the book. Hm. “Sometimes, but not usually. Do you want some more banana?”

“Sure!”