"Wook at my wegs."

After we turned her crib into a toddler bed, Avril sits down on it with a sigh: 

"Why I have to wive in this bed? It's so wittle." (Her big sister just moved into a new twin bed.)

Me: "You don't live in your bed." 

Avril sighs: "Well, why I have to sweep here?" 

Me:"It fits you." 

Avril totally disagrees: "Wook at my wegs," she says emphatically as she straightens them out. 

Note: Her legs didn't even reach the halfway point in her bed. But I admire her spirit. It's getting big enough for any bed.