You a turkey!

Ok, I know I'm on a posting marathon, but bare with me. I forget things as quickly as they happen, so I'm determined to document this one.

For as long as I can remember, my loving grandfather has called us (the grandchildren) "turkeys." Well, Addy has reached 2 1/2 and, for me, the age of 2 1/2 to 3 1/2 seem to be the most challenging. At this age, I say "come here please" (2 0r 3 times) and I finally give the option of time out. Addy then follows my request; however, she starts coming towards me in slow motion with a smile on her face, sometimes she even throws a dance move in there. Inevitably, this occurs when I'm trying to get them out the door. This is only one example of the boundaries being testing right now. To be fair, Mary Ella did this exact same thing. Anyways, the situation just described had occurred and finally I got her in my arms to do hair and don shoes. She was wiggling and trying to make it difficult to complete these tasks. At that point, I said, "Addy, you're being a little turkey this morning" She whipped her head around and said, "No mommy, you being a turkey." She was so proud of her "come back" that she continued to call me a "turkey" all the way to school. She giggled at herself and, admittedly, I found it pretty funny too. So I guess if she goes to school and calls one of her classmates a "turkey" , it'll be played down to Thanksgiving holiday, right???