Not helpful

Kiddo is wailing.

Me: What's wrong? Did you hit something?
Her: I hit the floor!

Threat

T.G. couldn't play with the kiddo in just the way she wanted, so she picked up a duffel bag that was sitting on the floor and started to stomp away.

T.G.: Going somewhere?
Kiddo: I'm leaving. I'm taking Mama.

Gaming the system

I told the kiddo she could have a snack when her movie was over.

Fifteen minutes later, with some time left on the movie, she calls to me: "Mom, I'm done with Lightening McQueen." And the TV clicks off.

So she comes in the kitchen, and we get her snack. She takes it back in the living room.

And turns the TV back on to finish the movie.

Many parts, one body

The kiddo got a rather nasty gash on her big toe this morning, which we cleaned up and bandaged. She spent quite a while sitting on my lap recovering her composure. As she began to feel better, she started examining her foot.

"I'm so sowwy I got a hole in you, Toe. Feew better."