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[glishara]

So, Lorrie has a new word. Her new word is "sad".

Today, she went up to the bathroom and banged on the tub, demanding, "Bath! Bath!"

We said, "No, Lorrie. It's not bathtime."

She was insistent. "BATH."

So were we. "No."

So she curled up on the floor, put her head on her hands and said, mournfully, "Sad."

We weren't sure that was what she was saying, but it seemed sensible.

Then this evening, at dinner, the following exchange occurred:

Lorrie: Nummynummynummynummynummy.
Me: Lorrie, do you want another carrot?
Lorrie: NO.
Me: Do you want to try?
Lorrie: NO. NO NO.
Me: Try, Lorrie.
Lorrie: *putting on sadface* Sad.
Me: Are you sad?
Lorrie: Sad.
Me: What would make you happy?
Lorrie: *bouncing upright* CAKE.
Me: *cracks up*
Lorrie: CAKE. CAKE CAKE CAKE.
Me: Lorrie, there's no cake.
Lorrie: SAD.

Ah, my little genius.