I think I can officially post my first Abbyism!
At our feeding reevaluation on Thursday, where lots of therapists and doctors observe Abby eating and make suggestions, Abby was less than cooperative. I handed her a cup of milk and told her to take a sip.
She glared at me, put the cup back on the counter, shook her pointer finger at me, and scolded, "I don't want my milk, Momma, OKAY??"
It was probably the clearest sentence she has ever said, and the therapists all erupted in laughter.