This, my 3 year old said, was D.W. from Arthur. Note the placement of the ears.
This is "a machine that makes pianos, candy, and everything."
This is a girl t-rex.
At 10 p.m. last night, my daughter told me she needed - needed - to write. Not I need a drink of water, to potty, a snack, or a story. No. I need to write. So, I got her paper and a marker, and she spent the next thirty minutes "writing" in bed, by the light of the bathroom.