Yesterday Mookie asked if she were weird; a girl had said, not approvingly, that she was. We affirmed the general virtue of weirdness and said pooh pooh to the girl.
Tonight Mookie was hunting through a drawer for the bag of dried mangoes.
Me: Honey? I don’t appreciate the way that girl made it sound like a bad thing, because it’s a good thing–but you are weird.
Mookie: Why are you saying that?
Me: Well, sweetheart, you just called to the mangoes, “Come to Mummy.”
She started laughing so much she literally rolled on the floor. Hey, I was just quoting her.