We needed to describe each other in our own words.

Tatum read to me what she wrote (We do it separately so we can’t see what the other wrote)

She explained each one. The one she elaborated on was the “pretending” word. I wanted to cry with gratitude. She said, “Mommy, I know most days you are in pain, but you pretend like you are not.” Saying I was “happy” made my day as well. Wow.
I agree with how she assessed herself.
My turn:

Cooper was interested.

Here is what I wrote.

True. ALL true, lovebug.