Elizabeth is such a little punk lately. A cute punk, but a punk nonetheless. When we tell her to do something or not do something, like, "Don't hit mommy," for example, she'll say, "I LOVE hitting mommy!
Me: "Lizzie, don't lay your face on the toilet."
Liz: "I LOVE laying my face on the toilet!"
Nate: "Don't poke the caterpiller, Elizabeth."
Liz: "I LOVE poking the caterpiller!"
You get the idea. Punk.