We were listening to Mr. Tambourine Man and Dorothy said, "It's funny that he says 'Play a song for me', and he is playing a song!"
When Dorothy is cutting up I will sometimes call her "Mischief Dorothy". She confessed to me as I was tucking her in bed, "Mom, Mischief Dorothy is not real. I was acting like Mischief Dorothy. But it was me the whole time."
Dorothy was enjoying a bowl of red beans and rice when she spied a pepper and held it up on her fork: "Mine has a green plop yucky!"
Sarah: So you had lots of growing pains last night, huh?
Dorothy: Will you measure me?
With some frequency Dorothy tells me, "Even though I turned 4, I still feel 3."
Sarah: Dorothy, go back to bed, put your head on your pillow, and close your eyes.
Dorothy: I try to close my eyes, but they keep opening up again!