Anabelle: (sunning herself like a mermaid and striking a dramatic pose on top of the picnic table)
"Hey, Mom? Do I look like an idiot?"
Anabelle: (batting her eyelids and enunciating for her slow mother)
"I said... do I... look... like... an IDIOT?"
*flashes a huge, hopeful stage grin*
Me: "Why do you say that? And where did you hear that word?"
Anabelle: (obviously flattered)
"Oh, Dawson says I look like an idiot all the time! Do I...?"
Me: "Dawson is not allowed to call you idiot. And its NOT a nice thing."
Anabelle: (smile melts)