“Donna, you have to go as fast as the other cars!” – Carol Ann, age 4.
sigh.
But I was already going 20 over the speed limit…
Update: When discussing my plans to be a crazy old cat lady with a shot gun, a rocking chair, and a penchant for telling kids to get off my lawn:
“We’re not cat people. Leave us alone!”
you already know she’s destined to get a sportbike. :D
I can remember telling my dad to hurry up and pass the car in the other lane and he said to me, “Erin, it’s not a race.” I was like, “What…? It’s not?”
I was about 4. *grin*
How was the dancing? Was it as adorable as you expected?