"Get Out, Get Out, Get Out"

Tonight as I was driving home from The Cottage School with Sabrina, she did one of her funniest "mimics" yet. She's constantly chatting these days and repeating almost everything that we say (it's almost scary! we have to watch what we say). Usually she'll fixate on a word or phrase and stick with that for a few days, i.e. "ball" for about 2 weeks, then "happy", then "bubble", then "apple" and now "bye bye." It's very sweet.

So I was listening to NPR as we were talking back and forth about seeing "Dada," pointing out her "shoes" on her feet, and touching the "cheeks" on her face and the story turned to Egypt. The commentator described the scene in Tahrir Square tonight when Hosni Mubarak addressed the crowd. Mubarak did not back down, as everybody thought he would, much to the dismay of the people of Egypt. The story said that by the end of the speech, the crowd started yelling "Get Out, Get Out, Get Out" and just then Sabrina started yelling "Get Out, Get Out, Get Out" in the back of the car. I cracked up. Our little protester! We love her.