My Little Diva

Laila cracks me up. She came with a sense of style that is totally her own, and I have learned to just let her be.

She is incredibly independent, but she is also so sweet and helpful. For example, when she sees me doing laundry, she always comes and asks for her and Connor's clothes so that she can put them away. How sweet is that?! Maybe it's part of her overall obsession with clothes.

As sweet as she is, though, there may be a little diva hiding out in there.  Last week she informed me that she needed a snow coat.

"But Laila, you have a warm pink coat that you could wear in the snow," I replied.
"But it's not a snow coat," she said. "I need a snow coat."
"Well what's the difference?" I asked, wondering how she could possibly know anything about snow coats (or snow, for that matter).
She shrugged her shoulders as if to imply that her mom knows nothing, then responded "It's like a rain coat, but it's a snow coat."

Today she asked for a slice of cake after lunch. What followed was a typical conversation with Laila:
"Mommy, I want a smaller piece," she said.
I cut the cake in half and removed half of it.
"Mommy, this piece doesn't have pink sprinkles. I want some pink sprinkles."
I scraped the icing and pink sprinkles off the piece of cake I had removed and put it on the piece of cake on her plate.
"Mommy,  this cake doesn't go with the sprinkles. Take it away. It doesn't go with the sprinkles."
I removed the cake.
Laila looked at her plate, which now contained only icing and sprinkles. She looked bewildered. After a moment she said, "Mommy, can I have a big piece of cake?"