No, It's mine

When we picked Quinn up from church today, the teacher told us, "She's basically the perfect child." Then, we got home, and she threw a fit and about heaven knows what.

Then, later tonight she said her first sentence:

Mommy: Quinn, can you go give that back to Avery.

Quinn: No, it's mine (angry voice!!)


So, everyone is perfect some of the time. We all have our stage. I like it that way.

I have a friend who doesn't ever protect herself by saying things like, "No, it's mine," so I am actually quite pleased that my daughter is, in fact, not perfect at all. She rocks.