Where Abby Screwdriver?

I think we've corrupted my daughter.

So tonight after dinner/bath Abby runs around the house saying "Where Abby screwdriver?" (Yes, she speaks about herself in the third person. Unless someone steals her stuff. Then it's - "THAT IS MINE!" Unless it's in nursery where, apparently, she is some kind of divinely angelic child whom I've never seen before who just lets other kids take what they want, rolls with the punches, very "mellow" about everything. insert eye-roll here. why are my kids rock stars for everyone but me? for me they're well, not angelic.)

But I digress. So, to my knowledge, Abby does not own a screwdriver. So I'm a little confused about what she thinks is a screwdriver and why she thinks it belongs to her.

Keep in mind that Abby calls things whatever she wants to call them - regardless of what they are actually called. One of her favorite movies is Tinkerbell. But she calls it Cinderella. Blatantly refuses to call it Tinkerbell. If you ask her if she wants to watch Tinkerbell, she says no, Cinderella. But if she asks for Cinderella and you should, ignorantly, put in Cinderella you will not be met with happy thanks. No, you will not. I don't think you will be met with any variety of thanks, come to think of it.

But I digress again. As I'm picking up toys and she's anxiously running around looking for her screwdriver, I finally hear this "I found it. (obvious relief in her 2 year old voice) Found Abby screwdriver. Mom. Mommy?"

She comes around the couch almost as we re-created it in the photo above, with her "screwdriver" safe and secure around her wrist.

But see, I can understand why she would be confused. First, mommy owns exactly one bracelet. She only wears it occasionally and when it is worn it is called a pretty because it sparkles. Sam owns a black silly band which recently broke, but I'm not sure Abby didn't think he was just wearing a hair tie - also called a pretty - around his wrist.

But in our house, tools (and light sabers) are paramounts to existence. So, it stands to reason that something important, that should be kept near to one's person, would be called a screwdriver. Even if it's purple, plastic, and actually a bracelet. Or a ring for attaching baby toys to a baby schlepper - but let's not split hairs.

Thankfully I named her new baby doll - Sweet (or Sweetie or Sweet Baby). Otherwise, it could've been Hammer Time or something.