Me: "Ella, it's time to pick up your toys. I want to pick up all your balls and put them in their bin".
Ella: "Ok mommy".
After I finish cleaning up after dinner, I go back into her playroom and find her sitting on the couch, trying to turn the bin over with her foot and not picking up her toys.
Me: "Ella, what are you doing"?
Ella: "Not picking up my toys".
Now, I know this is probably one of those things where you had to be there to fully appreciate the humor, but I near about died when she said this.
And then speaking of humor, a few weeks ago, David found Ella putting 2 plastic toy balls down her "pahn-ties". David asked her what she was doing and she said, "look daddy, I'm a boy". She's so smart.