Yesterday morning Liel had me put a dress on Fluffy. "He looks cute", she explained. And then, flipping his dress up, "I keep Fluffy's dress open so that I can snuffle his tag". She picked Fluffy up, held his tag close to her nose, and sniffed and huffed and sniffed.
Last night she wanted to take a pair of the new animal chopsticks to bed with her, but Robert said no chopsticks in bed. She cried and cried and wailed. I was giving her her bedtime snuggle and after a minute of her howling in my ear I said, "Liel, that's probably enough". Liel stopped immediately and in a completely normal voice said, "No! I am not done yet." And she resumed her wailing. Ten seconds later she finished. Glad she knows what she needs to do to feel better!