Me sternly to DCB age 2.5: "R., how did your corn on the cob end up on G.'s plate?"
DCB: "It flew over there!"
Also from this morning:
Me as I lift DCG, 2, onto the changing table: "Oh, you are getting to be a big girl!"
DCG: "No I am not. I am little."
Me: "How little?"
DCG: "Teeny tiny like a little diamond!"
