When Ainsley wanted to swing the other day, I started to lift her and put her in her "baby" swing. She very quickly let me know that she wanted to swing in the big swing. And then she kept asking me to push her higher. I told her I didn't want her to go too high, to which she replied, "I can go higher. I'm not a baby anymore, Mama. I'm an Ainsley!"
(The messy face is for you, Auntie Nancy!)