I'm a daughter, not a sister!

Mercy just came downstairs crying, after yelling at Ezra upstairs. "Mommy!" she sobbed, "Ezra called me a SISTER! I'm NOT a sister, I'm a daughter!"

Amused, I looked at her. "You are a sister AND a daughter, Mercy. Can I explain to you how?"

"NO NO!" she yelled, throwing herself at the bottom of my bed. "I'm NOT A SISTER!!! I'm a DAUGHTER!!!" She then proceeded to sob loudly, face pressed to the sheets, refusing to hear any explanation.

Welcome to my three-point-five year old. Stubborn? You could say that. Adorable? Definitely. Amusing? For sure!