Mini-Me

Samantha has turned into Mini-Heidi. She goes around and says things that I say ("Come here son!" "Zach!" "You little stinker!" "You've got to be kidding me!" "I need to work on the computer." "Not right now." etc...). She loves to pretend to be the mom and have anyone else, except me, be the kid. She is always trying to "take care" of Zach, and he doesn't want anything to do with that! She will sit how I sit. She wants to do whatever I'm doing. She wants me to do whatever she is doing. She acts much like I did at her age, singing and dancing all of the time. She even wants to be a ballerina, just like I did, and I wasn't the one to put the idea in her head. She even looks like me! It is so funny, and very eye opening at time. I'll hear her getting mad at her toy or baby and think, "Where did she hear that?" Because, of course, I'm a super nice mom that never gets mad at my kids. Michael, and maybe my mom, enjoy it the most. I don't know if they are laughing with me, or at me. I'll just assume with me. You can't help but learn a lot about yourself when you have a little miniature-you following you around every day!