Life with O

We were driving in the car and she was playing with her cell phone. She was yelling at someone on the phone. I wasn't paying much attention because she usually talks or sings or does something noisy while I'm driving.
After a little silence she said, "I mad".
I turned around and said, "You're mad? I'm sorry, who were you talking to on the phone"?
She said, "Nana".

Last night we were watching Dancing with the Stars and O was dancing all around. She moved her piano in front of the TV to play and dance. When she was done with that, she brought her drum out and played along. And then, I don't quite understand this one, she put a washcloth on her head and played the drum.

I recently purchased some Reese peanut butter eggs and O loved getting a chocolaty treat. Last night I asked O what she wanted for dinner.
"Do you want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich"?
"No".
"Do you want a tuna fish sandwich"?
"No".
"Do you want fish sticks"?
"No. Yellow".
Let me explain here that things in her world don't have names, they are identified by color.
"Yellow? What do you want that is yellow? I can't think of anything".
"Yellow chocolate".
"No, you can't have chocolate. You have to eat dinner first".
"Chicken"? She's one smart kid.

I bought O a stepping stool so she could reach the bathroom sink. Since she's had it, she's gotten into everything that has been out of reach. She put the stool by a light switch and turned it off and on. She put it by the fridge and pulled magnets and pictures off. She put the stool by the kitchen sink and put all of the dishes on the counter into the sink. AND, here is my favorite, she put the stool by the kitchen cupboard and pulled out her "treats". I was in the office and she came in with some chocolate. It was then I understood why the older she gets the higher things get. It's a good thing I'm tall.