I came home last night to see my little Ari sitting on the couch with a single tear resting just below her right eye. Or as she called it, her "eye drip."
Also, Joshua tends to antagonize her so often that he can't even say something sweet to her without her assuming he's being mean. "Ari, you're a cute little dish," he said to her yesterday.
"Momma, Joshua called me a cute little dish," she tattled.
"Don't worry, Ari," her mother reassured. "It's a nice thing he said to you."
"But Momma," said Ari defiantly. "I am NOT a plate!"