Today while Bitty Girl was admiring herself in the mirror or washing her hands or ripping out the ponytail I had so carefully put in, I came in to find her with spit drooling down her chin.
"No spitting," I said. "That's gross."
Bitty: "But I'm a ballerina, Mommy!"
Mommy (thinking I might be able to use this ballerina thing to my advantage):
"Oh, no. Ballerinas are graceful and polite. Ballerinas don't spit."
Bitty: "Well, this one does."