We were watching Enchanted, and there's a cute scene where a little girl is talking with the fairytale princess, and she says something along the lines of "boys only want one thing," and the princess asks what that is, and the girl says, "I don't know, my dad won't tell me." So Dorothy asked me what it is, and I said that I don't know, because the movie didn't say. "Can you Google it?" Dorothy followed.
Dorothy likes to sneak-read my People Magazine, although I tell her not to. She showed her guilt when she fussed at me, "You didn't tell me that Katie Perry had a baby!"
I handed Dorothy a chapter book and told her to look through it and see if it was at her level. She brought it back to me and said, "I'm not sure this book is for me, because the sentence doesn't end on the page." (She meant that the sentences continue onto the following page; I had never noticed that her books' sentences end on each page, and I checked, and, in fact, they do!)