When I went in to get Kaeta up this morning, she pointed at a little (maybe 4 inch tall) blue stuffed bunny in Jonah's crib. She said, "Dat bunny doesn't fit in Jonah's crib!" (That was her way of saying she wanted to see it.)
And just now, out of nowhere, she told me, "I'm just runnin' to HEB." I told her to pick us up some juice.
That is hilarious. Could you tell her that we need some milk?