She's bossy. And opinionated. And delightfully funny.
She acts like she's two.
She doesn't like to sit in her booster because no one ELSE sits in one.
But at dinner, we insist that she sits in it.
Because dinner is special.
It's much more messy.
Don't give me that innocent face, Missy.
And don't act all surprised that we distrust you at dinner and strap you to your seat.
It's just because we love you, girly.
