Already acting like a teenager

Rosie was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and I called for her to come into the kitchen.  As she got up, I literally heard her sigh.  I guess next will come the eye-rolling.

Definitely too much Ariel

I told Rosie to stop climbing on the step stool.  She got down, turned to me with her fists at her sides and said, "I'm sixteen years old!"

Cheese

We were having lunch at my grandparents' house, and my grandfather offered Rosie a piece of cheese.  Their conversation:

Rosie: I don't need cheese.
Pop: Cheese is good for you.
Rosie: Not for me.

Choo Choo

Rosie was playing with her father's plastic train set one day and was having trouble getting one of the cars to connect to the rest.  She made a pouty face and said, "Oh, Mommy, help!  It doesn't choo!"

Adventures in Potty Training, part 2

Our next episode finds Miss Rosie once again in the bathroom.  This time she has taken off all her clothes and is playing by the sink.  She then realizes she needs to make a deposit, of the number 2 variety, and determines that her step stool is an appropriate place to make said deposit.  As her father is removing this deposit, Rosie shrieks, "Daddy, you're cleaning my stool!"  Why, yes.  Yes, he was.