Feisty?! Me? I have no clue what you're talking about.
And yes, she is. Even at 2. We are in trouble with this one when she is older, I can tell.
"Mommy, can you get a drink for me?" she asked sweetly on the couch.
From my spot comfortably next to her, I answered. "No! You can go get it."
"No, Mommy. No I can't."
"Why not, Peanut? You have legs, don't you?"
She looked solemnly at me. "Them are broken."
"Oh, really?!" I couldn't help it. I laughed. "Your legs are broken?'
"Yeah. I need a new leg. Mine are broken. So you have to get me my juice."
I laughed the whole time I was pouring.