"I want a sit-ster!"

I nearly passed out. Ashtyn comes up to me yesterday and tells me, "I want a sitster." I'm in shock. I get down on the floor with her and ask her to say it again.

"I want a sitster."

"A sister? You want a baby sister?"

"Sitster. (slower this time) Sit-ster."

"Honey, where did you get that from? Who told you that? Where did you hear that?"

"I want a sitster." And then she points to the roll of blue painters' tape that I just hung on the door knob.

"A sticker? OH! You want a piece of the tape? You think this is a sticker?"

"Please."

And then I did fall in the floor, laughing. Talk about miscommunication when there is a (near) two year old in the house.