Megan continues to astound with her imaginings and vocabulary. Here's a little Megan story for you. My dad was here this weekend and he likes to teach her a new word. She apparently mastered it.
Megan: I have to go potty.
Me: Okay, let's go. (We go downstairs and she proceeds to go.)
Me: Oh, you're going poop too?
Megan: Yes, I'm defecating...(pause) and I'm urinating, too.
In addition to her usage of words that I have to run through spell check, she almost never answers to Megan. All day long, I hear the following, "My name's not Megan, it is_____insert one of the following: Amy, Leah, Angela, Soda, etc. Sometimes, I have to tell her that I miss Megan and can she please be Megan for awhile just for the sake of my sanity. I don't say the sanity part outloud.