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Abby has always had an exaggerated sense of entitlement, but lately she has been taking it to new levels. Here are just a few of the things that in just the last day or two she has made sure to tell us belonged to her with that favorite toddler phrase, “That’s Mine!” “That’s my bear” [Image] “That’s mine” (the red stain on the edge of the tub) [Image] “Those are my pants!” (while I was wearing them) [Image] “That’s my book!” [Image] “That’s mine!” [Image] “That’s my baby!” (leg pillow?) [Image] “Those are mine!” (the buttons on Emily’s sleeve) [Image] “Those are my socks!” (size 13?) [Image] “That’s mine!” [Image] “That’s mine!” (sinus spray?) [Image] “She’s mine!” (yep even Cindy Lou Who) [Image] “She’s mine!” (while Emily was taking her much needed Sunday nap) [Image] Not pictured: a squirrel on the porch, the Bokovoy's Halloween lights, and at least two dozen other random things.