Lib: Mommy! Mommy! I did it! I did it!
The Mom: [inspects Shorty's port-o-can] Uh, no you didn't. Not even a drop.
Lib: Oh.....[thinks about things] I try again.
(While handily courting the fruit snack bribe from Mom)
Lib: I'll take my fruit snack now.
Mom: When you've gone potty you can.
Lib: You can get it ready for me. ('get it ready' for her?)
Mom: Libby, when your done, I'll give you a fruit snack.
Lib: You can give it to me now. I'll just hold it. Trust me.
( "you'll just hold it"? "Trust me"?? Uh...no.)
On two separate occassions from her Aunt Kate and her mom, it's been asked what kind of underpants she wants.
So Lib, what kind of underpants to you want? You want Princess? Dora?...
Yeah, I can't wait to see how this one grows up.