When did you see Nanny Little Jo? 'Last day', meaning any time in her memory. When are you going see Nanny? 'Next day', any time in the future.
Broccoli is referred to as trees, and she readily eats trees.
Potato is on her non eating list, unless it Shepherds Pie, known as Cheesy Pie, not Potato Pie.
Watered down juice must be in a bottle, not a cup. I was victorious and she drank from the cup, but the war was horrendous. Not worth the effort.
She can read the electronic floor number displayed in the lift. It was rote, but now it is not.
Her colouring in skills are rubbish. I am a bit surprised. Drawing ability, not bad.
She makes a nice bowl of jelly with building blocks.
Nanna gave her a bowl and a masher and she brewed up a wonderful batch of lilli pilli berry soup, the berries having been gathered from under the tree. Yuk.
While playing imaginary skittles, I said her bowling wasn't bad. She retorted, copied straight from her mother I expect, 'What do you mean not bad? It was brilliant'.
I have noticed her listening very intently to adult conversations. We have to now watch we say in front of her. She has already dobbed Nanna in to her mother for something.