"I'm Pwight"

"Mommy, I'm pwight," Mikayla said to me very matter-of-factly the other day. I had no idea what she was trying to say, so I did the 'I-need-to-figure-out-what-my-daughter-just-said-but-I-don't-want-her-to-know-that-I-have-no-clue-what-she-just-said' questioning. I replied, "Oh really, how's that?" Quite proud of herself, she put her hand on her chest and closed her eyes as she said, "I say please and thank you." She drew in a breath, "And...and...'scuse me...and...sorry...and I'm pwight," as she cocked her head slightly. Her nose was crinkled from her mouth right side of her mouth being drawn up. It clicked. "Yes, Mikayla. You are very polite."