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.
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