Carly's new-ish thing is to say "it's not my favorite" when describing something she doesn't like. This was super cute at first, but now it's ALL the time. As in:
"Um, these shoes are not my favorite"
"Broccoli is not my favorite today"
"Going to bed is not my favorite"
"All these rules are NOT my favorite"
"Time out is NOT my favorite"
Today she tried something new and incorporated some hands on the hips (wonder where she got THAT, haha) and then stuck out her tongue at me. I'll let you imagine how well that went over. =)
So anyway, the whole point of my story is that this is our last night in the hotel (praise the LORD) and we had sauteed veggies and tuna salad for dinner. We literally have no other food, and after a month of being allowed to eat whatEVER, either for ease or out of deference to our many and varied hosts, my little chica is out of practice with her mean old parents' rule about eating what's put in front of you.
She goes, "This dinner is not my favorite. What else is there to eat?"
Um, nothing, dear.
So right now she's hilariously rolling around on the floor clutching her stomach telling us that she is so starving and hungry that she can't sit still and she will stop growing now and always be short and she'll never be able to drive or go to college because we NEVER feed her ANYTHING.