"Are you ready to watch Steelers tonight?" I asked Alexis as I carried her to the car from the daycare playground.

Her eyes popped wide open, she giggled, and then she excitedly yelled, "YES!"

"Who is your favorite Steeler?" I asked.

"Ummm . . . Sidney Crosby," she replied, glee still dripping from her voice.

"Sidney Crosby plays hockey, silly," I told her.

"No, he doesn't," she said. Everything is an argument. EVERYTHING. "He plays poofball," she continued.

I laughed. "No, he plays hockey for the Penguins," I continued.

"OH YEAH!" she replied, in a voice that made it sound like she had just uncovered a stash of chocolate-covered potato chips (yummmmmmmmm).

She thought for a moment, looked at me, grinned and yelled, "POLAMALUUUUUUUUU! He's my favorite!" then jumped out of my arms and stood in the daycare parking lot doing a Polamalu dance.

That? Is MY girl!