Alice: I bal-reena.
Me: You sure are. And the prettiest ballerina I've ever seen.
Her brow furrows.
Alice: I bal-reena, Dad.
Me: Yes. A ballerina. That's you.
She purses her lips.
Alice: I BAL-REENA.
Me: (a teensy bit terrified) You bal-reena.
She folds her arms.
Alice: (speaking slowly and deliberately) NO, DAD. I. BAL. REENA.
She stomps out of the room before I can reply.
Alice: No talk to me, Dad. I bal-reena.