Toddlers Are Such Sponges

Yesterday sometime between getting home from dinner and going up for bathtime, Clara was playing in the kitchen. She saw that Bailey, our cat, was walking on the counter. Clara immediately shook her finger at him and firmly said "Kitty Rose get down". It took me a second to figure this out, but she was scolding Bailey using her middle name. She's obviously picked up on the fact that we use her middle name when we're scolding her and decided that kitty being on the counter warranted the use of a middle name. Too clever! After I stopped laughing about it I helpfully informed Clara that Bailey, too, has a middle name. Now she can say "Bailey James" the next time he's on the counter.