I was calling everyone their name with “-roni” at the end this morning…Malloroni, Carsaroni, Momma-roni, Dad-aroni.
Mallory said “STOP THAT. I am not a PIZZA!”
Oh, and last night she found a small baggie with pretzels in it – she brought it outside and said “I need to eat these pretzels to feel better” (because she’d been in meltdown for about 14 minutes).