Alana’s first sentence: “I don’t want it.”
For some reason, that’s her thing. When we give her food that she doesn’t want, she says “I don’t want it.” When I try to kiss her and she’s not in the mood, she says “I don’t want it.”
I also ask her what her name is, and she insists that it’s “Sarah.”
I’ve said it before, I believe, but I’m not sure which daughter is funnier.