Taking a bubble bath. Daddy put his feet in the tub once and now she insists I do it every bath. It is nice to soak my feet so I don't mind.
Me: "Do you know what's inside a bubble?"
Me: "Air. A bubble is soap with air inside."
V.: "Oh!....What else, inside?"
Me: "Nothing else is inside. Just air."
V.: "What about bunnies?"
Me: "Nope, no bunnies. Just air."
V.: "And bunnies too!"
When she cries, she now narrates how sad she is. "Mommy, I'm sad. Not happy, no! I got tiny little tears dripping on me! I'm really sad! Don't make me happy! I not gonna be happy, I'm really sad! I'm crying, Mommy, I'm crying!"
Also, today, slipped and fell (no injuries.) "Mommy, I dropped myself!"
Now understands the concept of preference. "Mommy, which one you like?" She doesn't like it if we both like the same thing sometimes, and tells me that I like a different one so that she can be the only one who likes the item.
V.: "Mommy, I want to get married."
Me: "Who do you want to get married to?"
V.: "To you, Mommy!"
Me: "You can't marry me. You have to find a boy to marry."
V.: "A boy? Where's a boy?"
Me: "You have to go find one that you like."
V.: "Oh Mommy, when you grow up, you('ll) be a boy."