Me: "Monday."
Eleanor: "No it's not, it's Sunday!"
Me: "No, Ellie, it's Monday."
Eleanor: "No, mommy, see? It's sunny outside! It's Sunday."
Me: "Sweetie, it is sunny, but that has nothing to do with the day of the week. It's Monday."
Eleanor: "Stop talking."
Me: "What?"
Eleanor: "Stop talking. I'm right, it's Sunday."
Whew. Guess she told me. I'm sure someday she'll figure it out, but for now I find it cute (and a bit frustrating) that Ellie insists every day on which the sun is shining is Sunday. Brett found it cute that her solution to the argument was to tell me to stop talking. He's wondering if he can use that sometimes. (No.)
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