Caitlyn seems to be experiencing synesthesia, or at least she’s getting her sensing verbs all mixed up. While waiting for the light to change this afternoon, the other crosswalk light was chirping. She says to me, “I see it beeping, Mama.” When warned of impending loud noises, she’ll often cover her eyes. We’ll talk about spring and new leaves and she’s tell me how she hears all the green.

My favorite, though, was Monday night on the walk to Maki & Yaki for dinner:

“Papa, I can smell my reflection in the window cars.”