Four

My niece Bailee is four.

Scenario #1

Uncle Matt:
Is your hair real?

Bailee:
Yes.

Uncle Matt:
It looks like a doll's hair.

Bai:
Pull it
and see if it comes off.


Scenario #2

Bailee, upon noticing one of Janie's toys:
What is that?

Meg: That's Thomas the Tank Engine. Janie likes Thomas.

Bailee:
Well,
I don't like it
because
I think it is
a boy thing.

Scenario #3

Bailee and I were playing with dolls. I was the mom.
Then I got distracted by the conversation in the room.
After a few seconds,
Bailee tilts her head to one side,
puts a hand on one hip,
and says,
"AHEM."
Two big blue eyes look up at me like
I had just been caught stealing.

Did I mention four is my favorite age? (five, too.)