Katie was refusing to come downstairs.
Me: Katie, I have a new book for you!
Katie: OKAY! Okay! I’m coming! I’m coming!
Katie: Charlie’s in the kitchen.
Me: Yep, kitty’s in the kitchen.
Katie: No! Katie’s right here! [She obviously thought I said Katie, not Kitty.]
Gramma Marsha? Where are you? Where’s Gramma Marsha? Where’s Gramma Marsha go? Grampa Dave? Where’s Grampa Dave go?
She’s been saying this forever but I don’t think I’ve written it down. When she wants to be carried:
Katie: Mama/Daddy I want to carry you.
Katie: Mama I want chewies.
Me: No, you need to finish your bunnies first.
Katie: No! Chewies!
Me: Sorry, no. Bunnies.
Katie. Okay okay okay!
I was getting Katie ready for bed and she really liked her skirt.
Katie: NO TAKE BALLERINA OFF!
Getting dressed in the morning.
Katie: NO TAKE BALLERINA OFF!