You know how our children mirror us? Both the good things and the bad?
I nearly died laughing the first time I saw Dolly throw her hands above her head and shake them in disgust. It was a little brown version of me. Not me in my best moment. But me nonetheless.
This morning Dolly is playing with her babies. She pushed her baby in its stroller over to me and announced that she has to do paperwork for her baby.
She's going to make a wonderful foster mom someday.