This is the phrase I have found myself repeating unconsciously after hearing my 5-year-old daughter say it enough times: "Easy peasy lemon squeezy." It's basically another way of saying, "No big deal."
Things that used to be tough for Zoe that now fall into the “easy peasy lemon squeezy” category:
- Zipping up her coat
- Writing her full name
- Drawing a picture of mommy (one of her masterworks →)
- Getting dressed all by herself
- Scooting down the NYC streets like she owns them (while I slowly hold my breathe)