Tonight after dinner, Tym and I were playing around the table. I noticed that she had "goobered" a bit on the table and I pointed it out to her. She proceeded to look at and say "that's my goober Mummy". "You're right Tym it is." SPIT - "That's my goober too Mummy."

So hard not to laugh - but I did make her clean it up.

A few weeks ago I was asking Tym to please not do such and such. I was using a very calm and collected voice - no biggie really. She walked over to me, placed her little hands on either side of my face, looked me dead in the eye and said "Stop yelling at me Mummy" and walked away.

I hate that she's smarter than me!