I was singing a Christmas song to Bronwen today, and she kept telling me to stop. I persisted, refusing to be ordered around by my toddler, and she said, "Stop, stop, don't mess up my life."
Where the heck did she hear that?
T.J. and I were quite stern with her about saying it, but it was hard to keep a straight face. She made up for it by spontaneously telling me she loved me. I think that is the first time she volunteered it.