I think we have hit the story-telling stage with a particular two year old. All day everyday, talking non-stop, about anything.
Sunday we all pile in the car and start heading our way down the driveway. From the back seat we hear, "ewwwwwww, dat stinks, who tooted?!"
Her daddy replies, "um, Hope was it you?"
She answers, "uhhhhh, I don't dink so. Oh ya, I check, it was me. Yes."
Rolling laughter at herself.
Her mom says, "Hope, that might be the dumbest thing I've heard you say."
....and of course what do I get back? "OH YES MOMMY, IT TIS!" [laughing from the deepest part of your belly that it hurts so bad]
She's. a. hoot.