She's already old enough to realize what a bad singer I am and tells me "No sing, Momma! It's Boop's. No sing, Momma." This morning, I was going to go up and help her down the stairs: "No, Momma. No come. Boop coming. Boop's. No, Momma." She's like me on steroids at this age.
She's also quite the joker and loves laughing at herself. One of her favorite things to do these days is try to talk while I'm trying to talk to someone else, mocking me with a few of my words, gibberish, and in my tone. It's just enough to make me totally incomprehensible. Actually, I don't like that so much.
