"Mom, I need to tell you someteen,"

says the two year old as she is trying to go to sleep. She twirls her small ponytail around her right forefinger and rubs between the toes on her left foot with her left hand.

"Bookin have a droller. I don't have a droller for my babies. I don't have a bed for my babies. Bookin have lots of dolls. I have my babies. Bookin have Pet Shops. I love Pet Shops. I don't have any Pet Shops. Jeffey have Pokemon cards. I lost my Pokemon cards...." and on and on she goes. All the injustices of being two.

Crying Wolf

Malia has learned a couple phrases that immediately command our full attention:
"I go poop."
"I tired."

She now says them whenever I am in the middle of something (a shower, on the phone, reading with Jeffrey or Brooklynn, etc.).

Yesterday she decided to get Brooklynn in trouble. She kept telling me, "Bookin call me dinky farface." (Brooklynn called me a stinky fart face.)