My baby is fifteen months old. At least according to her birth certificate. She thinks she's more like fifteen years old.
Going through her dresser she'll pick exactly which clothes she wants.
Shopping with me at Target she will spy some article of clothing. "My?" She'll enquire. If she doesn't like something I look at she will disdainfully look the other way.
Eat with fingers? Oh mom. That's so last year. Spoon and fork please.