
Labels stick, and nobody likes them--even two-year-olds. I found that out, yesterday.
It was a typical Monday morning. We were all sitting at breakfast, eating our cereal before school. Jenny did something funny (as usual), and I said, "Jenny, you're silly."

Jenny stood up on her chair to command attention. With her most solemn face, she said gravely, "I not silly. I not crazy. I not funny."
I suddenly realized that for the past two years, she had been listening to every word we had all said. Jenny, our funny, crazy, silly baby, didn't like the labels we were giving her.
"You're right, Jenny," I said. "You are good and sweet and nice."
"Yes," Jenny responded. "I am a princess."
I couldn't have said it better, myself.