Tomorrow again?

Sometimes it is hard to remember that Everly is three (or three and a half, I am sure she would correct me), as she always strives to live up to the example of her older brother in many ways.  She often tries out new words and, though she certainly acts in the way that only a three-year-old can at times, she generally does a pretty good job of outperforming her years.  She says things like, "But Albert already saw my brown boots!" as I try to reason with her about the choice of outfits for her friend's birthday party, that makes me think she is three going on nineteen. 

But she also says things that I find completely endearing and very much her age, like, "I did it all by my own!" when she is proud of what she has accomplished. 

When she is trying to figure out when something is going to happen, Everly and I will have a conversation that goes something like this:

"Is tomorrow Thanksgiving?"
"No, not yet."
"Tomorrow again?"
"Nope."
"Tomorrow again?"
"Nope."
"Tomorrow again?"
"No."
"Tomorrow again?"
"No."
"Tomorrow again?"
"Yes.  That is the day for Thanksgiving."
"YAY!!!"

And on Thanksgiving, she asked, "Is tomorrow Christmas?"  And I said, "No."  And she said, "Tomorrow again?"  And we were there a while.

But I loved it.