This evening while I was making dinner in the kitchen, the girls were playing in the rec room. I could hear Ali talking to Emily and saying the same thing over and over while Emily replied "stop it!" - her new favorite response.
I put the pan in the oven and then clearly heard, "Emily let's shake hands."
"Shake hands Emily!"
Now I'm all about raising the girls to be successful adults - I mean how cute would it be to have a 23-month-old hand-shaking, baby kisser?
My only caveat is that to-date, Alison has also taught Emily to sit and lay down. We own a dog! Who can only sit . . . I'm drawing the line at playing dead.