Ah, 2 stages I'd forgotten about: tyranny and the brogue.
Seems Caroline is becoming increasingly aware of how little control she really does have in the world. Truthfully, it does have to be kind of hard to be 2, and have so little say (not that we don't listen to her, but really, no matter how many times she screams it at us: popsicles, formerly poppa-cles, do NOT a breakfast make). She's taken to now screamingly instructing who can (has to?) sing and who cannot (must not) sing in the car. Anna Claire did the same thing, I'd just somehow blocked it out (self preservation?).
She's also moved on to the forgotten-by-me brogue. Seriously, the incorrect use of pronouns can really amusingly shift a sentence. The girl is turning into the Lucky Charms ad-girl. One of the latest (and cutest, IMO) examples:
Upon climbing the wood stairs with damp feet (not real sure how they were damp . . .), thus making a squeaking noise:
"The sound me feets make, it makes me giggle."
Yeah . . . it makes me giggle too.
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