Recently Mosely, or MoTown, has become a bit more extroverted. Normally, she hangs in the background and offers little chirps and squeals to any given situation — but not anymore. In fact, she has become so loud and boisterous, that I have wondered if she was the same kid. One day I inquired:
Me: Motown, what planet are you from?
Me: O — that explains it. You are like a malfunctioning robot from outer space.
MoTown: (Proceeds to act like short-circuiting robot with flailing arms) I am a robot, I am a robot [laughter/squeals/sparks]!