This doll is not naked. He is a superhero and he is wearing a cape.
Everything she owns that is a girl is named Ella.
Everything she owns that is a boy is named Mike.
God is as big as her dad. (Size is always based in comparison to her 5'8" dad.)
All her boy dolls and some of her stuffed animals are her brothers and she's going to marry them some day. (And if you were paying attention, they are all named Mike.)
Her dad, her mom and her cousin Nick are all kids- grown up kids. (I'll take it!)
Since she is 3, that means she is big and little.
She wishes that on her next birthday she could be 10 like her big sis.
Baby Elliott should live next door so she can see him anytime she wants. (He is her 19-month-old cousin who lives in Colorado. I'm not sure how much he's going to like her calling him Baby Elliott when he turns 2 or 3 or 4 or 37.)
She doesn't want to die and will be sad when the world "comes to the end of the days." (Where did she get this? I have no idea.)
She wants to learn to deer hunt. (When her dad and I informed her that she'd have to be older before she could learn to hunt and that she'd probably need to start with a smaller animal, she came up with the idea of hunting baby bunnies. I've got to read her Watership Down! I could never shoot Hazel!)
Her favorite song is The Birds Are Gone. She wrote the song and it goes something like "The birds are gone they're not everywhere. They're not at the beach."
She can't stop sucking her thumb, because she doesn't know how to big girl sleep. (After we tried the bad tasting polish she said, "That stuff didn't taste good, but I still sucked my thumb." Yep, it's going to be a long battle.)
She wants to be an artist when she grows up.
Her favorite foods are green beans, waffles and macaroni and cheese.
When she puts on her Supergirl costume, she is Batman.