Toddler Logic

Maggie:

"One, two, three, four, five, etc... fourteen, five-teen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen!"

"Peyton, you smell like dog poop!" (thank god she was talking to the dog!)

Maggie runs to get me a paper towel because I dripped glue on my clothes while trying to fix the toy she plowed into the wall. When she hands over the towel she says, "That's not my fault Mom, that's your fault. NOT my fault, YOUR fault!"

"Mommy, I want Baby Sister to be Maggie. Um, I want Baby Sister to play with me, be big like Maggie! I want Baby Sister to be older, like me!"