Being the terrible parents we are, we were letting Emma drink the "juice" (sauce) from her stirfry bowl tonight.
We commented that she looked like a little dog lapping up water from her bowl. She liked that and repeated the joke several times to herself and chortled.
About ten minutes later, she put down her fork and spoon and started to drink it again. We teased her about it and I said something like "What are we teaching you, my uncivilised little daughter? You are a little ruffian."
She looked at me very seriously and shook her head. "I not a ruffian, Mumma," she corrected me, and then, just to avoid any misunderstandings, she clarified, "I a dog."
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