“Uh oh. She (Kylie) has that doggone dinosaur (favorite new toy from the $.50 bin at the science museum).”–Teagan, age 3 and a half.
She’s a spunky Southern 60 year old trapped in a preschooler’s body.
(this alert was followed by Gabe casting a knowing look in my immediate direction. “Knowing”, meaning: “I know she didn’t get that from me!”)