For dinner tonight, Isabella wanted a piece of toast with jam. I wasn't thrilled about it but at least once I agreed, she stopped moaning and whining.
I put the toast in front of Isabella and she looked down, stared at it, and said, "You didn't cut the crust off."
(I never cut the crust off unless I'm asked)
I said that I would take the crust off, and as I was doing so, Isabella said, "Well Nonna ALWAYS cuts the crust off. She's good at crusting." (Nonna is her grandmother - my mom)
This was almost as good as Isabella refering to grocery shopping as 'grocerying'.