A few days ago we had this conversation:
Mommy: Good morning Victoria! How did you sleep?
Mommy: Oh good, I was afraid you had a rough night!
Shelby: Her have a bad dream. I had a GOOD dream!
Mommy: Oh you did!? What was it about?
Shelby: About pillows. Going in the folder.
Which just further confirms that she might have gotten a little bit of OCD. Having a folder for your pillows is pretty organized!
This weekend, Tim and I had a little overnight get away (courtesy of GiGi and Dude keeping the girls!) to celebrate our 5th anniversary. I was telling Shelby we went on a date and then we stayed in a hotel.
Shelby: A HOTEL!? Were there PILLOWS?
Mommy: Yes there were pillows! It was like a bedroom in a house. There was also a big bathtub with things that put bubbles in the water [how would you explain a Jaccuzi tub to a 3 year old??].
She said it with such a "DUH Mom, how could you forget?" tone that Tim thought she said "So?"