Living with Isabella has become like living with a 3 foot inquisitor. I swear this girl wakes up in the morning and doesn't stop talking until she goes to bed. 90% of her sentences are questions.
Can I have some apple juice?
Can I have it in the red cup?
Why is this cup red?
Can I put my own cream cheese on my English Muffin?
Can we have a dance party?
Where is this song from?
Who is singing this song?
Is Jean Val Jean Cosette's daddy? (she's obsessed with the sound track for Les Miz)
Can you show me a picture of Cosette?
Can I see when Cossette was lost in the woods?
Will you color with me?
Will you play with me?
Can I wear my princess dress?
Can you put on one of my shows?
Can I play with your phone?
Why did she do that?
Can we face time Aunt Meaghan?
It's incessant and it's all day long. Seriously this weekend we went to a ceramics class and on the way back, for about 45 minutes, all she did was grill me and Andy. I thought my brain was going to leak out of my ears.
Aren't three year olds grand?
She is quiet when she sleeps.