I was washing the dishes this morning when I glanced over at the dining room table, where I have my laptop, to see Mary Grace typing away. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Mommy, I'm blogging."
She's been confusing her pronouns lately, so I've been talking to her about who's a boy and who's a girl, who's a sister and who's a brother, and so on.
"Do you think Mickey is a boy or a girl?" I asked.
"Actually, Mommy, I think Mickey is a mouse."
Can't argue with that logic.
She found a pair of chopsticks in the silverware drawer. They became her "magic wand." She pronounces "wand" with an o. Magic wond.
Yes, she still says "to-mah-to" and "I cahn't," as though she's British.
This kid just cracks me up.