MINE!

i definitely have a two-year-old on my hands.

every time we drive through our neighborhood on the way home, sailor asks, "where we GOING, mama?"

(this is strange, because she knows exactly where we're going.)

"where do YOU think we're going, little bean?" i asked her yesterday.
"hmmm," she smiled and pretended to think. "to mimi's house?"
"noooooo. guess again."
"i dunno! you say it, mama!"
"to OUR house!" i said. she laughed. then she frowned. "no, mama. it's not your house. it's MINE!!"