we stand corrected

On the way out to dinner tonight, I went to change the radio station.

"No, Mommy! I like that song!" E yelled from the backseat. "It's the Jonas Brothers."
"Dat's not the Jonas Brothers, E," A corrected her. "Dat's Anna Ontana."

I looked down and sure enough, it was a Miley Cyrus song.

Then on the way home, John was joking with E that she was younger than A.

"No, Daddy. I'm 4 and A's 2. I'm older than her," she said. And then she added, with the exasperated intonation usually perfected in the teenaged years, "Be real."