One day last week when I picked Lily up from daycare, she proudly pulled a picture out of her cubbie to give to me. She had drawn a picture of me. It was the first time she did a picture that was representational rather than abstract, so we sat down at the little table and she showed me what was on it. "Here's your eyes. And your smile. And your cheeks. And here's your hair. I made it big because you have big hair."
Then I looked at at the bottom corner of the picture and realized she had written "LILY." I thought it was great that a two-year-old could write her own name, so I said, "Oh, Lily! You wrote your name! Great job! I am so proud of you!" She looked at me like I was completely stupid and said, "Mama, I am almost three years old."