Today, you are four years old. Although you haven’t even stepped foot in grade school yet, your voice is more powerful than that of any other preschooler I know. When we are out with Kadence, Bella’s service dog, you proudly tell others that Kadence is working. “Just looking, no petting!” you warn as others approach.
A few months ago, we were at a birthday party at a bowling alley. One of the waiters came to take your food order. When the waiter approached Bella, without hesitation you informed her: “My sister wants grilled cheese and French fries. She has a water bottle so no drink for her.” When we have friends over to play, you sternly state that they cannot sit in Bella’s spot at the table, because she needs a special chair and plate to eat.