dick and jane and sally too.

she threw up her arms and exclaimed, "dick and jane are teaching me to read!" then she shrugged her shoulder and casually followed with, "they're just a couple of great writers i know."

knock three times...

she stood in the doorway with her hand on her hip and her head cocked to one side. (it is extremely frightening to me sometimes how much of a mini-me she can really be!) "mom, how do you spell knock first?" she asked with a tinge of attitude in her voice.

i smiled a little, "k n o c k f i r s t."

"wait, slow down." she said as she ran into the kitchen to find paper and a marker. "ok, i'm ready."

i just knew where this was going and her continued sense of independence both amuses and scares the shit out of me. "k n o c k f i r s t."

"thanks mom." she said kind of triumphantly.

she then proceeded to get a piece of tape, hang the sign up on her door, and pretty much closed the door in my face. so i knocked and heard her little, "come in", followed by a giggle.

what's amusing about it is that when she came out later, she closed the door behind her, and before she went back in, she knocked too!