In the evening Dorothy asked me to set-up her LOL dolls as a wake-up surprise. I didn't do it. The next morning, she stomped into my room with messy hair, a furrowed brow, and a grumpy voice, and demanded, "Set up my LOL dolls! I'm going back to sleep!"
Something we were listening to asked, "Can you name a food that's bad for you?" I (being socialized) thought, "ice cream"; Dorothy said, "raw eggs".
Dorothy's teacher has a useful saying. Dorothy repeated it one day (very singsong): "You get what you get and you don't pitch a fit". I added, "Just like Miss Jill says." Dorothy added, "But she says it more sternly."
Dorothy had a stomach bug this week which wiped her out. On the first day I carried her around with no objections, but she is usually very skittish about being picked-up. On the second day, when Dorothy was feeling a bit better but still weak, I offered to carry her. She pointed across the room and said, "Get me that doll. I will show you how I want to be picked up."
We were setting-up Legos that kept crashing. Dorothy was loving it. At one point she said, "I just love having this silly time. We collapse into laughter and hugging...kind of!" [We were laughing, but there wasn't any hugging. I wonder where she heard this!]