My sad body

Little Miss G is 2 and a half next month. She was a precocious talker, now she is just a mental one! She picks up things from other adults and then spits them back at me. 
Here are some of the latest gems as they happened, word by word.

G:     'Mamma, I'm going to ballet then I have a babycino and then I go shopping'
Me:   'You were poorly yesterday so we can't really go anywhere, I'm afraid'
G:     *looks at me with pity in her eyes* 'Really? I think you got a problem!' 
         *gives me a cuddle* 'Never mind' 

G:      'Mamma, I don't want the carrots'
Me:   'OK. Eat the rice then'
G:     *looks at me a bit crossed* 'What is the matter with you?' 
Me:    'Huh?'
G:       'You don't say what, you say pardon'

I was sitting at the dinner table with hunched shoulders holding my head in my arms because of a bad migraine:

G:    'Mamma, elbows off the table!'

Me:  'I have a bad headache so I'm holding my head'

G:     'Miss Emma* says you have a sad body**'

Me:   'I don't feel well, G'
G:     'Show me your toes. Do you have naughty toes? Let me see...'

*Miss Emma is her ballet teacher.
** Miss Emma makes them sit up straight (happy body) or hunched (sad body)