Abby is big into mimicry lately.
She's always been very interested in what goes on around her, and fairly quick to absorb it and bounce it off of us to get a reaction (especially if it's the kind of thing we'd really rather not have her adopt), but in the last few days she's kicked things up a notch.
On Sunday, when Auntie Lisa, Granda, and Mei Mei were visiting, Abby began to repeat some phrases, word for word. Lisa noticed, but shrugged it off until Abby gave a rather impressive performance at the dinner table, copying not only the exact words that her father was saying as he said them, but his expressions and gestures as well.
Of course, the reaction and subsequent laughter that she elicited has only served to encourage her. I had to stifle my amusement this evening when Tom announced to her, quite sternly, "Just one more story," and she one-upped his look of seriousness while holding a single finger up to his face.
My silly, silly Abigail. It's rather ironic, is it not, that her latest interest only makes her appear that much more unique in my eyes? The thought occurs to me near-constantly, but especially at moments like that one: I've got my work cut out for me with this one...
