Dorothy was playing with a rubber bouncy ball that got away from her. It bounced across the floor and she said, "It's playing by itself!"
Dorothy saw someone juggling on t.v. and she said "They are playing." I asked what they were playing, and she paused and then said, "They were picking up five things one at a time and moving them."
We put on our rainboots to go outside in the sprinkles and Dorothy unexpectedly went to the front door, which has a glass window screen; I said, "Why are you going that way?" and she said, "Cause it's raining out the front door."
"I used to do this but I am too young now."
Dorothy likes to offer an endless chain of "whys" and "whats": Why do we eat food? Why do we need energy? Why do we need to move?**
I turned the tables. While doing her hair I said, "What is a hairband for?" "For putting in your hair," she said. "What is hair for?" I asked. "For putting hairbands in," she said.
All of Dorothy's clothes are supposed to be labeled for school, so on some mornings I grab a marker and write "DD" inside her socks. Dorothy saw me do this for the 10th time and I said I was "writing 'DD' for your name." She replied, "And after that if my name changes you can write FF."