Mabel liked ringing the buzzer at Grandpa's building and climbing the many flights of stairs. Once inside, she consented to a slightly early opening of the presents from me for her third birthday, coming up in a few days. Most of the presents were boring clothes, though not so boring that Mabel could not manage to amuse herself by putting many new pairs of differently-striped socks into orderly rows of her own devising.
I also learned many facts about the new world of preschool. Mabel is justly delighted about being a school child.