This morning I made cinnamon toast. Lilly usually eats two pieces. She was about halfway through her first one when she said,
"Mom, may I be excused?"
Me: "Don't you want another piece?"
Lilly: "No, cinnamon toast is made out of sugar and sugar is not good for you. I want to go dust my furniture in my room. May I be excused please?"
She's in there singing at the top of her lungs dusting away...
Right now I can hear some of her made-up lyrics--"No matter what you look like, God still loves you, we're special, we're special, he never ever lets us go!"