Today at dinner I proudly told Daddy how old I am - "I'm 2!", holding up my fingers to demonstrate. Then Daddy made the mistake of asking me how old HE is. To which I promptly responded...
"Too . . . old!"
Mommy of course started laughing, so Daddy asked "How old is Mommy?"
What do you think I answered?
"Too...pretty! And young!"
Clearly I know where MY treats come from!
