Yesterday, I went in to tell Cassandra -- who seems to have prematurely decided to join the 'terrible twos' -- that it was, indeed, *still* time for her nap since she hadn't slept at all in the hour and half she had already been in her crib.
I went in and what did I find? She was NAKED! Completely naked! She had taken off all of her clothes and her diaper, the latter of which she was holding out to give me. Thankfully it was not soiled.
"My naked!" Cassandra said proudly. (She says "my" instead of "I or I'm.")
"Yes, you sure are," I said, trying to keep a straight face.