Baby Sylvie was toddling around the living room, and Caroline was right up against her, hanging on to the back of her shirt. She was muttering something.
I asked what she was doing.
"Oh, I'm Sylvie's brain. I am making her move and talking for her."
I advised her to perhaps back off a little.
"Well, I am her brain. And I am thinking, 'I really like it when Caroline bothers me.'"