Piper likes to play hard. She’s not as keen on cleaning up.
Last night Piper and Sissy got out their fort making materials: sixteen pillows, two sets of Craniums, every blanket in the house, and every toy they could shove inside. The fort took up most of our basement. It had multiple rooms and multiple pathways to and from the wings. It was fortastic. They played and played. We let them keep it up for friends to come play, too.
This morning it was time to clean it all up. “Before we head to the park, you girls need to clean up the basement,” Dad said.
Sissy climbed off her chair and bounded down the steps. Happily, as far as we know.
Piper didn’t move. She just sat licking maple syrup off of her fork. Then she slowly turned to her dad and said, “A Piper doesn’t like to pick up. A Piper only likes to play.”
piperism 
Piper has some hard lessons to learn – I too like to play and not pick up
A kid who refers to themselves in the third person is probably my favorite thing.
I’d take it a step further and say that a kid who refers to herself in the third person with an indefinite article is probably my favorite thing. As if she’s a new species unto herself.
Exactly!
Funny how she referes to herself in the third person.
I love it. She can deliver a third person line with a complete straight face.