The "write" sentiment

She walked up to me very excited.

R: "Mommy, I wroted dem happy birfdays."
M: "What?"

She waves something at me and speaks very slowly.

R: "I. wroted. dem. happy. birfdays."
M: "You wrote happy birthday to whom?"

Hands me the checkbook for my dad's estate account.

R: "Dem"

I flip through it. Her "writing" (read as, wavy lines that approximate written text) covers many of the checks. I sigh.

M: "It's beautiful, darling. Where did you find this?"

She points at the table.

M: "Please tell me next time you want to write in something that isn't yours." Because that's going to matter... Damn, I wish she wasn't so cute.