Sometimes I just have to surrender and admit I am outsmarted by someone who is 36 inches tall and can't wipe her own bottom.
Her sense of comedic timing is UNREAL. I am actually in awe-- and I don't say that about many things.
The other day, I asked Monkey to tell me her full name (something they will work on on preschool, but we're practicing now).
Her response, with all sincerity:
I did the Chester Cheetah head shake-- I mean, we hardly ever even GO there; "Target" would be much more common. So, I asked again.
With an impish grin, she got it right on the third try.
...We are, of course, now referring to her as Wal-Mart.