That's Me!

Last night, slowly sliding off her barely-too-big white wooden kid chair, I asked her, "Where's Sailor?"  She looked at me, confused.  Had the question been, "Where's dada?" or "Where's Sampson?" she simply would have pointed, repeating the name of who she was pointing to.  But to be asked where HERSELF was?  Hmm....

Where's Sailor?

As she continued to slide, she looked perplexed, but as if she was working swiftly through a Rubik's Cube, staring at the ground, deep in thought.

Her feet in the floor, her bum slid off the seat, she let go the back of the chair with her right hand, the matching table with the left, shot her eyes up to me, pointed to her chest and exclaimed, "SAILOR!" (Well, minus the "S" sound and the "L" sound.)

We clapped!  Yay!  She found Sailor!  And then she pointed to herself again and said, "Me."

Being a mom is so cool.