Case in point: Last night as I was trying to get her to fall asleep after much book reading and song singing--and with Lily long since asleep on the other side of me--we had the following dialogue:
- Me: It's time to go to sleep.
- Amalia: (calmly replying, holding up her left hand, palm-side up) I don't have to go to sleep.
- Me: Really? Why not?
- Amalia: Because I'm a waker.
- Me:
- Amalia: Lily's a sleeper. And you're a sleeper. But I'm a waker.
- Me: Hmmm.
Apparently Andy had had the same conversation with her the previous night.
Then again, there is a helpful aspect to her independence. This morning as I was making breakfast, Amalia went out the back door into our backyard. When I poked my head out to see what she was doing, she was standing there in her nightgown with a plastic baggie on each hand.
- Me: What are you doing?
- Amalia: I'm picking up poops!
And sure enough, there next to her was a third plastic bag quite full of dog poop.
I guess we'll keep her around.
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