I like to wear my mom's boots when I'm measuring the height of my monkey.
On a side note...
My mom picked me up today from school and me and my friend Hannah went up to her and our conversation went like this:
Me: Mommy, can we take Hannah home today?
Mommy: Wha-
Hannah: Yes, I wanna see Maya's room.
Me: Yes, mommy she wants to see my bedroom and play with my toys.
Mommy: Um...
Hannah: Yes, I can stay for five days!
Me: Yes!
Mommy: Eh? Um, not today Maya. We can't just take Hannah with us.
Hannah: Oh my mom knows already.
Mommy: Er, okay then..maybe next time. C'mon Maya, let's go! (combined with the evil-eye)
I don't get it. Can't a 3-year old plan her own sleep-overs nowadays?