Lu and I were in the kitchen this evening putting up groceries when I looked down to see this:
(Be still my OCD heart!)
Here's how it went down:
me: Lu, where's your other sock?
Lu: It dot wet.
me: well why didn't you just take them both off?
Lu: tause dis one's not wet.
(She didn't say it, but I swear I heard it.)
I love her independent-I'm-doing-what-I-want-my-way-nature, but...
I think she's going to turn twelve tomorrow and we're never going to agree again.