Gram bought Dorothy some light-up tennis shoes. Dorothy and I were at the movies, and she kicked her feet on the seat to light them up three or four times in the dark. I leaned over to ask her not to do that, and she informed me, "I'm trying to look for my toy that I dropped."
I was playing music, and when I came back into the room, Dorothy was standing absolutely frozen by the speaker. She had her brow furrowed and she seemed thunderstruck. Conway Twitty and Loretta Lynn's After the Fire is Gone was playing. I said, "Dorothy, what's the matter?" She said, "I love this song."
Regarding her dresser: "I can't remember which drawer has my socks, because the drawers all look just the same."
Every day or so Dorothy's toe will "snap" (like cracking your knuckles). We all think this is funny and she points it out. Yesterday, I was asking her to clean, and she said, "My toe snapped! My toe is saying, 'Mom, you pick up the toys.'" I said, "Oh, your toe is talking to you now?" and she said, "No, my toe is talking to you!"
We were visiting our friends Megan & John who have a toddler and a baby. Dorothy pulled me down to her level and said firmly, "Follow me to the living room." When we got there, she climbed up on the couch, stretched out her arms, and said, "I want to hold the baby."