It's super sweet that Dan gets sentimental about the kids' things. Like tonight, when he was putting away the laundry and attempted to hang up one of Amelia's dresses that I had in a pile on the dining room table.
Me: Honey, that's for Rebecca's daughter. It doesn't go back in Amelia's closet.
Dan: What?! I love this dress!
Me: Honey...it's a 12-18 month dress.
Dan: So?! She just wore it the other day and it looked perfect! (he's actually pretty good at dressing her in the morning...)
Me: Yeah, but it came to here on her. (motioning that it's as short as a shirt, not long enough for a dress) She's 2, Honey. She wears a 2T now.
Dan: (long pause and looking a little bewildered) When did THAT happen?
P.S. Her birthday is in two weeks, so she's not quite 2 yet...
P.P.S. Yes, Jackson is still a witch. Though today he was also a Queen ("everyone HAS to do what a Queen says, so I'm a Queen!"), a Ghost, a Conductor and a Knight. Good thing we signed him up for a preschool theater camp for later this summer, right?