Speaking today with Bella about some toy or other that she "really needs", I mentioned to her that she has a birthday coming up. I immediately had her FULL attention, and the big-eyes.
Me: "Yes, next month, you will be THREE YEARS OLD, and it will be your birthday. We will have cake, and presents, and a party, if you like."
Bella: (Throws arms up in "touchdown!" position, and giddily yells), "AT GRANDMOMMY'S HOUSE!"
Me: (laughing) "So, you think your party should be at Grandmommy's house, huh?"
Bella: (Suddenly ultra-serious, takes my face in both her little hands, gets right up nose-to-nose with me, and speaks in a calm, quiet, and URGENT voice, almost a stage-whisper) "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. The party must be at Grandmommy's house. It is the PARTY HOUSE."
Things I never knew about my own mother...THE PARTY HOUSE, indeed! Go figure!