Last night Heidi and I had a girls night out.  We went to her favorite restaurant, Taco Mamacita.  You know kids; they can only sit still for so long. Toward the end of dinner she was inching out of her seat, half-laying down, thinking of going under the table, etc.  I told her to sit up.  Twice.  The third time I reminded her that she was almost 4 and that 4 yr. olds sit up at the dinner table and use their manners.  Her response?  “But I’m not 4.”  I advised her she was very nearly four and needed to practice.  Her response?  “I am 3, Momma.  I am not 4 yet.”  And there it is, like mother, like daughter.  I too used to have an answer for everything.  I too used to try to have the last word.