Dear Scarlet, 
Today you disappeared for a long time in your room and then came down with this drawing of a shark attack that you appropriately titled “Jaws.” You’ve also started calling your room your lab and when I went up there you had a dead grasshopper on the dresser and 6 apple seeds from her apple in a tiny ziplock with water. Martian child. Oh, and today this conversation happened:

Me: C’mon Scarlet, let’s get your tennis shoes on.
You: I think you mean skateboard shoes, Mom. I don’t really play tennis.

silly baby.