So it turns out that my four-year-old is a myna bird. She LOOOOOOVES to mimic people. I would venture to say it's her favorite thing. Not only that, but she has an excellent command of the English language, so it is not even funny to throw big words her way.
The other day, she was "copying" her sister until she was in a screaming fit of seven-year-old rage. Fearing for my littlest one's life, I intervened.
Me: Stop copying your sister.
Brat: Stop copying your sister.
Me: Stop copying me.
Brat: Stop copying me.
Me: Seriously. I will pull over and leave you on the side of the road, and some stranger will pick you up. Then you can copy the stranger for the rest of your life because you'll never see me again.
Brat: Fine. I'll copy myself. I'll copy myself.
Me: Excellent idea.
Brat: Yes it is. Yes it is. I though of it myself. I thought of it myself.
How does one get her own reality show, I wonder...?
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