Cora-isms

Cora has reached that wonderful, magical age where nine tenths of what comes out of her mouth makes me laugh. Here are just a few examples: At naptime today: Thomasy, you get upstairs WIGHT NOW! [turning to give me a cheeky look over her shoulder] I his boss with you, Mom. About everything from clothes worn to songs sung to games played: When I was a wittle girl, I hused to... (the "hused to" instead of "used to" is my favorite part!) At bedtime tonight: A hug and a kiss and a Happy New Year! After telling me her sandwich was a kitty cat at lunch and I told her to eat it anyway: I tan't! We don't eat kitty cats. That's not powite.