There are many literary elements I hope Avery eventually learns. She's learned personification already. She's actually got it down pat. Unfortunately, it might lead to someone calling Children Services on me, but let's just start by defining personification:
personification- n. 1. a personifying or being personified 2. a person or a thing thought of as representing some quality, thing, or idea; embodiment; 3. a figure of speech in which a thing, quality, or idea is represented as a person
Okay, got that? Basically, it is when you give something human characteristics. Something, like say a scraped knee.
So, we're in Target picking up essentials like diapers, wipes, formula, and smoothie mix (if you haven't tried their smoothies...you don't know why I'm classifying them as essentials, but if you have tried them you know what I mean). Avery, again, refuses to ride in the cart. At one point near the shoe polish, she trips over herself and falls hurting herself. At this point, she decides the cart isn't such a bad place.
Then it starts. "Owwwww...you're hurting me." "Please stop hurting me, I'll be good and ride in the cart." "Owwww...you're hurting me." "Pleeeease, stop." She wasn't talking to me. She was talking to the wound. Do you think the person in the next aisle over knew that my child is gifted and had mastered the art of personification at two? Doubtful. I'm pretty sure he thought that I was beating her. And as she continued pleading with the wound to stop hurting her throughout the rest of our Target shopping experience, I'm pretty sure quite a few others thought so too.
And that, my friends, is your literary lesson of the day.