"This is my sister Quinn. She can talk"

Quinny doesn't say much. She has the appropriate number of words, pulls surprise words out at random (she named her lovie "flower" this week) and has every-now-and-then phrases that shock us ("Smack that monkey out of that tree!"; "my turn").

We stopped by Dr Davis for an ear infection, and as he was writing the prescription I asked how many words we needed by 2 (20 with progress, by the way... We've got that, no problem). As he was answering Quinn got impatient and announced, "I want to go!".

 He gave me the "stop being crazy she's fine" look. 

But usually she let's C do the talking. Case in point. I had them in the back seat. Cora's turned her movie on (with her toe). Quinn started to whine.

Cora: mom she wants her movie.

Q: (escalating)

C: no, she wants my movie not hers

Q: escalating

C: she needs head phones

We totally have younger sibling syndrome. Cora does all the talking. 

A mom at church nursery told me that on her volunteer day C and Q were on a roll. They walked around to all the adults, doing this show:

C: hi. I'm Cora . This is my sister Quinn. She can TALK! You want to hear her? Watch this. Quinny, talk. Talk Quinny, show them!

(And Quinny would babble on demand)

The girls making pat-a-pizzas. When Q ran out of cheese, she took what Cora was putting on the pizzas.