From the mouth of a babe

We do a lot of singing, counting, letter work, and talking while in the car. Hell, some of the best learning happens in there. Most days when I pick Layla up, she talks from the moment they close the door, until the moment we get home. Sometimes specific things, sometimes just random shit.

The other day she was in a particularly good mood, and extremely chatty. When I pulled into the driveway and parked, Mike came out to help me unload. She points over to Evie and says:

"That's Evie. That's mama's baby. That's not YOUR baby".

I think she was channeling Maury Povitch.