Recently, when we told the girls they'd have to wait until Christmas to play with something we'd just purchased, Kilory started a litany and Nikki bombarded us with discussions of the fairness of life. I hate Santa. Nikki repeated this at various volumes, interrupted only by the sounds of flesh thudding on flesh and Kilory yowling. As usual I had to stop what I was doing to referee. Still, Kilory has not dared to possibly ruin Nikki's Christmas present intake since.
Potty training is complete.
Just accidents now. They are so proud of their big girl undies. They like to put them on themselves, often backward. I went to renew the tags on my license plate and had to wrestle Nikki away from the tax office computers. An IRS agent in the works.