Wow, my little girl is now 4 and a half!  She's amazing, fun, brilliant, kooky, weird, perverse, and very very girly.  She can execute a lovely little arabesque, belt out Lea Michelle songs from Glee, and very carefully explains that the F-Word (she actually said it)  and the word "Bidge" are naught and they are words from Larry David (she pronounces his name "Lorry") and we don't even get mad, since it's our own fault, being huge fans of Curb.  She also knows LOTS of euphemisms for passing gas, uses interesting vocabulary appropriately (for example, she told me large ornaments are "dramatic", and today she informed me that cheese is not always a "feature" on a burger.  And yes, that freaked me out a bit.)

She cleared the puzzle pieces off a puzzle, got some balls, and little plastic forks and invented a game.  Basically, you gently tap the ball and keep it in the bed of the puzzle.  If it goes out of bounds, it's the other guys' turn.  She's really good at this game, and yes, it's really hard for me, and yeah, she lets me win.  She also created a game where you draw three things, and put a question mark at the end of the line.  The other person has to shut their eyes and point psychically to the item you are "thinking" about  If you get it right, you get a smooch on the cheek and it's your turn to draw three things and a question mark.

I love being around this kid.  She is so vital and fun and full of wonder and wisdom.