The girl makes me laugh

First of all, this story from last night is fit for the stage. Amelia and I were both in the bathroom, where she was changing into her nightgown. I was gazing at some water puddles on the floor of unspecified origin.

Amelia: "What are you looking at?"

Me: "Oh, I just noticed there's some water on the floor."

Amelia: (sighs and turns around to remove hand towel from its ring) "It's okay; I'll take care of it. I don'd mind doing the work. I'm the only one in this house who doesn't mind the work. Mommy doesn't like doing work, you don't like doing work.....I feel like I'm Cinderella, except no one is coming to rescue me."

That last bit was so masterfully delivered I pretty much just stood there agape, before I fumbled out something about how she would be able to rescue herself from anything she encountered.

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Laughing with raised eyebrows moment #2

Amelia came into the room cradling her lifelike baby doll from Bubbe. She had named the doll, creatively, Amelia #2 when she received it. This was all about to change.

Amelia: "I've decided her name is not Amelia anymore. Her name is now Couragea."

Me: (barely misses spitting out coffee) "Couragea? Really? Tell me why."

Amelia: (tenderly cradling Couragea and looking into her eyes) "She told me that she was ready to go off to war, and she was very courageous and left for war....and Mama, she came back completely unharmed!"

Me: (at a complete loss) "...."

Oh, and by the way - the picture above is how she looked all day today. She designed her own fresh-flower accessory, pointing out that she would be able to smell it all day.