Special?

As I fed Evie on the couch in the playroom yesterday, I overheard Olivia talking as she played with her toys. She has a karaoke machine that has a picture of a crowd of babies (to perform for, of course). She sat in front of the machine and pointed to each baby as she said (quietly), "You are special, you are special, you are not special, you are special, you are not special, you are not special, you are special," etc. I was unable to see across the room as to who the "not-specials" were so I couldn't find any rhyme or reason, but I'm wondering if I need to be worried...

At lunch the other day-
Me: Olivia, take your feet off the table.  (For the twelfth time)
O: Why?
Me: Because they have germs on them and I don't want them on the table. Also, because I'm the mom and you're the little girl. Your job is to obey me.
O: Why?
Me: Because God said. He said, "Kids, obey your parents."
O: I didn't hear him say that.

Baby!

Welcome, Evangeline Grace! We are so blessed to have another healthy, beautiful baby girl. 

We love you so much!