Isn't she just the bee's knees?

Marie has recently turned from a toddler into a little girl. She is twenty-one months old, only turns two at the end of November. And yet - girl. I give you exhibits A, B, C, D, E, F and G:

• Exhibit A: She told me this morning that she wanted salami and celeriac salad sandwiches for breakfast. Unprompted, and very clearly.
  She has conversations on the phone. Which make sense.
  In the car the other day she said she wanted to walk on the street, not go in the buggy, but she would be good and hold my hand. She didn't only tell me this, she then did as she said.
  
• Exhibit B: She does this without any help:
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Exhibit C: She tells me what she did during her day at the creche. In detail.
  For example: Went for walk, saw water, see no fish, fish were sleeping, wake fish up, give fish food.
  I love it.
  
• Exhibit D: She is shunning this
  
  
  
  
  
  in favour of this
  
  
  
  
  
  It's positively inspirational watching her go up that rope ladder.
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Exhibit E: She puts on her own shoes.
  
• Exhibit F: She has been quite good on the potty, doing a little poo or pee song and dance each time she comes up with the goods.
  
• Exhibit G: She is a little translation dictionary. She will say "Mama says aap, daddy says monkey", "Mama says kaas, daddy says cheese" and so on.
  

Have I mentioned before that my children are fucking geniuses, and that I am their very objective and not at all boastful mother?