I have a little stuffed Loch Ness monster on the dresser in my room. Sydney likes to sprawl out on the dresser whenever I am in bed. Everyday, she hops up there, sees Nessie and then poor Nessie gets vanquished to the floor. Syd usually stares ole Nessie down first before attacking. After the battle is over, she looks down at it and then at me as if to say "I really beat her good, didn't I Mom".
I was singing in the shower on Sunday morning and Syd began either fussing very loudly or singing along. When I got out, she was in her usual powder room perch - the sink. I'm gonna have to snitch the Mothership's camera and post some pics of the cute little nutcase.