Most of the time she's very much her daddy's daughter. She likes to line things up, build sculptures with negative space, sit quietly with a book, think deep thoughts ... and it's been very good for me to slow down and appreciate her little personage. Especially when it makes no sense to me.
But every once in a while she throws me a bone.
on the way to school this morning
rio: Mommy, I want Damonn... Damonna... Madonna!
me: Sure thing, buddy. I'll see what's in the player.
rio: Techno, please. Not old school.
*sigh* She really is my daughter.