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Watching the garbage truck on an early Thursday morning. Az dressed herself in the tutu and wings; she can pull on a tutu in mere seconds on her own, but usually still needs some help with her wings. All too soon she'll be able fly away on her own, so for now I'm enjoying the small role she allows me to play in the fairy tales she concocts each day. I love the peeks I get into the world taking shape inside of Az's head. Today while I was pouring goldfish crackers into a baggie for Zae's lunch she came running up, saying, "Hello cracker! Hello cracker! Good to see you, good to see you!" And then she stole the entire bag away from me and ran away. All while wearing her tutu and wings of course.