Sticky Fingers, Diaper-throwing

Here are some conversations I've had with Daphne today:

In the middle of eating her Kare-Kare, Daphne says: Mommy, sticky fingers.
Paula: Huh?
Daphne: Sticky fingers, mommy, sticky fingers.
Paula: Oh,do you want want to wash your hands?
Daphne: (nods) Mmm-hmm.
Paula: Okay. (Takes Daphne down from her high chair)
(Daphne runs off to the bathroom to wash her hands, and then returns)
Daphne: Look, mommy, clean hands.
Paula: Ooooh, yeah, very clean.
Daphne: More food, please. More food, mommy.

This conversation was while I was changing Lotus:
Paula: Daphne, can you throw this diaper in the trash?
Daphne: (she stares at the diaper in my hand for about 5 seconds) Mommy, throw diaper on couch, diaper.
Paula: Uh, can you throw it away in the trash?
Daphne: (continues to stare at the diaper for about 3 more seconds, takes it from me, and throws it on the couch)

Daphne, after washing her hands: Mommy, wet sleeve, a wet frog (there were frogs on her sleeve).
Paula: Oh okay, go wring it out in the sink.
Daphne: Mommy, wet sleeve, a wet frog.
Paula: Yeah, go wring it out.
Daphne: A take it off, mommy, take off clothes.
Paula: Oh, okay. (takes off Daphne's shirt) Put it in the hamper.
(Daphne runs and puts her shirt in the hamper)
Daphne: (Upon returning, she has also taken off her pants) Mommy, I put clothes a hamper, a clothes. Clothes, a get it, mommy (meaning, she wanted me to get her new clothes).
Paula: You get your clothes. Get new clothes for yourself in your drawer.
Daphne: You get it.
Paula: No, you get it.
Daphne: No, you get it.
Paula: You get it.
Daphne: You get it.
Paula: You know where your clothes are, you get it.
Daphne: Okay.
(goes gets clothes then returns with a shirt and shorts)
Daphne: Look, mommy, a clothes. Flowers. (she chose very flower-y clothing)

Hahahaha, Daphne is soooo funny. The other day we were at the park and some kids took her doll stroller, and she went around looking for it, calling out, "Stroller, where are you? Where are you, stroller?" Then she saw it and got all freaked out that other kids were playing with it, and she tried to call my attention because I was bending over to get her sweater. To get my attention she said, very frantically, "Mommy, stroller, mommy, mommy, mommy, Paula, stroller, over there! MOMMY! TA-DAAA, TA-DAAAAA!"

Yes, she said "ta-da". She said it as if she were presenting something to me. It was soooo sad, yet so hilariously adorable.