Nurse at pediatrician’s office: Hey sweetie, how have you been?
Lovegirl: My name is not sweetie. My name is Lovegirl Middle Name Last Name. But you can call me Lovegirl, okay?
Doctor: Can she read?
Lovegirl: Yes, I can.
Nerd Girl: No, not yet.
Lovegirl: Yes, I can. I read every night. Doctor, why are you asking my mama and not me? I know what I can do.
Nerd Girl: How was school today?
Lovegirl: Oh, it was great, today was chapel.
Nerd Girl: What did you all do in chapel?
Lovegirl: We sang “Father Abraham.”
Nerd Girl (singing): Father Abraham has many sons, and many sons has Father Abraham . . .
Lovegirl (interrupting): Mama, I told them we need new song. I am not a son. I’m a daughter!
Seriously, a smart mouth is not a good look on an almost 36 year old woman (ahem!), it definitely doesn’t go well with a newly minted 4 year old. I don’t discipline her though, because she’s right, and honestly, I think it is funny. But I don’t want her to continue – at this rate, no one will talk to her by the time she’s five. Any suggestions on how to get her to soften her delivery? Are y’alls children – by birth or otherwise – like this??