Out of the mouth of . . . guess who

Last night we were visiting with a friend that had stopped by. As often occurs, he had mentioned that he needed to head home and then proceeded to chat a little longer. I guess Maren was keeping track of time, because she reminded him in a very "matter of fact" tone, that "I thought you said that you were leaving". We have installed a sock in her mouth and we will only be letting her remove it for purposes of eating -