Maggie IS funny.

I am not really sure how to describe it, she just is funny. Everything she says (except when she is screaming irrationally) is just really funny. She speaks so deliberately. She really tries so hard to communicate with you. (I probably understand 90% of what she says. I'd say most people can understand about 50%, on a good day.) She looks at you with these eyes, pleading with you to understand her. She will repeat things and turn her head to the side, like really, can't you understand me? Just listen one more time. She'll even say the word slower for you when she continues to repeat it.

Tonight Maura spent the night at Mimi and Papa's house, so Mags has the run of the house. B is here too, but run, she does not. Mags is sleeping in Mo's big girl bed and has used every excuse in the book to leave the room. This last time, she called from the top of the steps that she was poopy and needed to change her diaper. I told her to go get on the changing table. I continued to check email and a few other things and eventually made it upstairs. She was indeed patiently laying on the changing table with a poopy diaper. I know it doesn't seem funny, but for some reason, because it is Mags, it is.