On Saturday, newly-showered, she headed into my bedroom to do her sock chore–she balls up all of the pairs of socks for the family–and donned her newly acquired gardening gloves just before reaching for the first pair of socks. Me: You can’t wear those to do your sock chore. Her: Why?? Me: Didn’t you wear those outside earlier? Her: Yes!
Today she asked for seconds of grilled chicken at dinner and then declared herself full after eating about 2/3 of it. Me: It was a bigger piece–I’ll bet if you asked nicely, Daddy would finish it. She asked nicely and Daddy agreed; she turned towards me, and with her next breath asked, “Can I have some more bread?”
She also (initially) put her dress on inside-out this morning and then spent the first hour of church (among other things) drawing on her legs. Good thing she’s so dang lovable!