*Clair counting to twenty: "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eighteen, nineteen, w-teen, (baby-babble)-teen, twenty! Mom I did it!"
*We were driving in the car and Clair says, "Dad, I snowman." We turn around to find a straight pretzel sticking out of Clair's nose.
*Driving again, this time with the window down. Clair yells, "WA-HOO!" We look back and her arms are straight up like she is riding a roller-coaster ride and her hair is flying straight back.
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