Dorothy was grumpy, and I was making her lunch for school. She complained that I don't cut off every speck of brown crust, and said, "When you don't take off all the crust, it makes me feel like you don't care about me!" "Dorothy," I said, frustrated, "all I do all day long is care for you." "Well, it makes me feel like you don't care about my sandwich!" she countered.
The local library is giving rewards for kids who participate in their October reading campaign and log 4 hours of reading in the month. I loosely explained this to Dorothy, who said, "Ok, I want to do it. Four hours in a row?"
Dorothy has an okay-grasp on parenthesis, and likes to suggest when they should appear in things she reads. But she can't remember what they are called, so she cups her hands and says "those things."
Dorothy likes some privacy when she plays pretend or sings because she's starting to feel embarrassed. She asked me to leave the bathroom while we were getting ready for the day. I said, "Ok, but I'm not going to stay out very long." "It's only going to be for one length of the Halloween Will Soon Be Here song."
Dorothy was supposed to use the potty, and then brush her teeth. Brian saw her leaving the bathroom.
Brian: Where are you going?
Dorothy: I need to fill in a ghost on my reading chart for school.
Brian: Mom told you to brush your teeth first.
Dorothy: No she said I could do this first. Mom! Can I fill in the ghost?
Sarah: What?
Dorothy: CAN. I. FILL. IN. THE. GHOST?
Sarah: No, you have to brush your teeth.
Dorothy: It will only take a teency-tincy second.
Sarah: ....Ok.
Dorothy (to Brian). See -told ya.
Brian: No, not "told ya." She told you to brush your teeth. You were just being manipulative.
Dorothy. I don't even know what "blah BLAH blah blah blah" is.