You are 76 months old.
Your writing has become quite....curly and dramatic. I receive a lot of these types of notes every day:
"First go to the black shelf behind my chair. Search for the clue. Kate." "Now go to the kid's bathroom and search for your clue." "Got to Lucy room and look for love note."
One of the parents at school thinks you are a doctor because you pack us such a good, healthy lunch.
As you were cuddling up to Daddy for storytime before bed:
Daddy: Oh my gosh your hands are so COLD!
You: At least you're getting a cuddle!
You were showing Daddy one of your latest arrangements:
You: I let the rocks and shells tell me where they want to go.
Daddy: How do you do that?
You: If I'm holding two near each other, one of them will tell me how to place it next to the other one.
Once again, the depths of what goes on inside that head of yours astounds me.