Amaya is SOOO girly. Ridiculously girly. How did that happen?
We got her several things for Christmas. Her favorite? A doll stroller I picked up at the swap meet for a dollar. She found this kind of scary looking doll at Pam's house and carries it around all over the place. She cuddles it and says, "Beebee." At nursery while everyone is playing with play dough and trucks, she's rummaging through the doll pile. Rachel, her babysitter, bought her doll for Christmas, which was very perceptive of her. I totally didn't even think of it, which I should have, considering how much Amaya likes "beebees." The doll is a cheerleader and is pretty hilarious/disturbing. I think Amaya also came to the same conclusion. It says the following things.
#1. I stomp my feet, I boogie to the beat, I turn around, I touch the ground, I wiggle it, just a little bit.
#2. We're number one, we can't be number two, we're going to beat the *whatsees* outta you, the *whatsees* outta you.
I think for this case I must combine the descriptives. Disturbarious. I will probably disable the speaking function, once the arious part wears off a little.