I've always wanted to have a child that was a total ham and daughter is turning out to be a big salty one indeed.
After watching her brother perform his role as one of the three wise men in the preschool's nativity scene she was pretty bummed out that she wasn't in the play. So sweet big brother cheered her up by saying that we could do the play at home. Daddy could be God, I would be Virgin Mary and she could be the Baby Jesus. Daughter thought about it and decided that since costumes are acceptable to wear ALL DAY LONG on Halloween she was going to wait to till then to don her linen robes. And like always she feels compelled to randomly share her thoughts with whomever makes eye contact.
Random stranger: Oh, aren't you cute!
Daughter: I'm going to be Jesus Christ for Halloween!
Neighbor: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Daughter: Jesus Christ!
(I'm pretty sure our neighbor thought that daughter was throwing out an expression of exasperation versus a career choice.)
Daughter also imitates everything that I say. But she adds her own special sauciness to it. For example, son asked why there was a white membrane around oranges. I said, "Sweetie, that's just how it is.". For the rest of the day daughter wore that phrase out.
Waitress: Hi, what would you like to drink?
Daughter: Chocolate milk!
Me: No babe, not chocolate milk.
Daughter: SWEETIE (pause) THAT'S JUST HOW IT IS!
And so on.
This morning daughter asked if she could have another pancake. When I came back with the syrup to pour on some extra she yelled out "OH BABY!". I don't even want to know how she heard me say that one.