Dorothy has taken to walking around the house while she brushes her teeth, and jokes that she's pretending to be me. "I'm pretending to be you again," she told me, toothbrush in hand. I laughed and said, "Goodnight, Dorothy." "Goodnight, Sarah," she corrected me.
Dorothy was writing a sentence for school. "Yes, so they can have another adventure" was her answer. She completed "Yes, so they can have a" and asked me, "So, how do you spell 'nother?'"
I praised Dorothy's reading, and said, "You're reading almost as well as me." She replied, "Yeah, you can't keep any secrets from me, unless you write it in cursive."
Dorothy issued a threat: "If you don't let me stay up and finish these books, I'm going to read them straight away when I wake up tomorrow morning. I'm going to read all four of them, and I'm going to do it before I even wake you up." (And she did follow-through.)
Dorothy was making plans for the following day, and described her 8 o'clock plans as "At 8 and 8:59 and all through there."
