She tells everyone to “CUT. IT. OUT!” when they’re bothering her.
She toots on command and then shouts “TOOT!” with a huge smile on her face.
She watches herself walk when she wears her jeans squealing “Mama’s pants!”
She says “T’mon, daddy” when it’s time to brush her teeth.
She says “Night night, Duh” when she gives her brother a hug goodnight.
She yells “MINE!” like it’s a dirty word when she’s upset, even if saying “mine” doesn’t apply to what she’s upset about.
She cries “no wawa, apple juice” when she doesn’t like the water I’ve given her to drink.
She tells her sister “sorry” and that she “lub lubs” her after they get into a fight.
She thinks that every letter of the alphabet is the letter “L.”
She counts “1, 2, 2, 2, 1.”
When she tells me that a train says “choo! choo!” she laughs hysterically at her own noise.
And she has a slight obsession with picking “apples” (tomatoes) from the garden, all the while saying “num, num, num.”
So, cute and sassy? Totally possible. The proof is in the pudding.
And don’t even get me started on her love for pudding…