This morning while I was curling Samantha's hair in preparation for the school day Drew came in and asked, "Hey Samantha, how come you look mad?"
"I'm not mad," she replied.
"Well you look mad," he said. Then he started to dance around and sing to a made up tune:
"You look mad, you look sad, you look glad, you look bad, you look..."
He stopped in his tracks. "OOooh," he said. "Now you just look mad."
We're off to a good start.