And as if that wasn't enough proof...

Yesterday's meltdown over shoes was pretty humorous, but what was even funnier was this exchange we had after we got home.

It was raining, my feet and cuffs of my pants were soaked, and we walked in the front door. She made a bee line for the kitchen and started yelling, "Dora pop-kle! Dora pop-kle!" (Yes, we have Dora the Explorer popsicles...I think this cartoon has pretty much taken over our lives.) I jumped into some sweatpants and went in the kitchen after her.

"You want a Dora popsicle?"
"Yesh! Dora pop-kle! DORA POP-KLE!"
"Okay, I'll get you one." ::opening freezer to get her a popsicle::
"Here you go!"
"Mommy pop-kle?"
"No honey, Mommy doesn't want a popsicle."
"MOMMY POP-KLE! MOMMY POP-KLE!!"
"But Mommy doesn't want one sweetie..."
::Angelica begins screaming and wailing::
"Okay, Mommy will have a popsicle too."
(Grinning) "Mommy POP-kle! Yay!"

Oh yeah, and we absolutely did have popsicles BEFORE dinner. Happens once in a blue moon. Go ahead, judge me. :)