a Tori-ism. . .

I am getting ready to rock Victoria (yes I know she's 4 and yes we still rock her to sleep) and she is chatting, I'm half listening and I hear her say for the third or fourth time, "mommy can you please call Matt?" and I finally say to her, "who's Matt?" and she says, "you know Matt! the guy you call to get us medicine, 'cause I have a stuffy nose and I need Matt to call me in some medicine to take care of it!"  This girl is way too smart for her own good!