"Are you ready to watch Steelers tonight?" I asked Alexis as I carried her to the car from the daycare playground.
Her eyes popped wide open, she giggled, and then she excitedly yelled, "YES!"
"Who is your favorite Steeler?" I asked.
"Ummm . . . Sidney Crosby," she replied, glee still dripping from her voice.
"Sidney Crosby plays hockey, silly," I told her.
"No, he doesn't," she said. Everything is an argument. EVERYTHING. "He plays poofball," she continued.
I laughed. "No, he plays hockey for the Penguins," I continued.
"OH YEAH!" she replied, in a voice that made it sound like she had just uncovered a stash of chocolate-covered potato chips (yummmmmmmmm).
She thought for a moment, looked at me, grinned and yelled, "POLAMALUUUUUUUUU! He's my favorite!" then jumped out of my arms and stood in the daycare parking lot doing a Polamalu dance.
That? Is MY girl!