Roxanne had just woken up, and since mom had already left for work, I came to sit on the bed to snuggle. After her minute of stretching and rolling about to wake herself up, she sat up on the bed next to me and asked a still-sleepy question.
“Daddy, what day is today?”
“Today is Fooblesday!”
“No it’s not.”
“Sure it is. I got all these foobles ready for today myself!”
“No, daddy, Fooblesday is not a day. Wednesday and Friday, those are days. Not Fooblesday.”
As always, her delivery was flawless. Still not always sure what each day is (unless you count the days with her), but her vocabularly and phrasing of so many things is amazingly adult sounding.