Is this a bad sign?

Lately Ella is learning the fine art of cleaning her room. Art, you say? Yes, in our house it has become a very creative and crafty endeavor. As in, "where can I hide this 2x3 ft. book so nobody can see it, but it is not where it belongs?" or... "How can I parlay this 30 minute stretch mom has locked me in my room to put toys away into a watercolor extravaganza?" and even "What areas of my room have I yet to color with crayon?" 

You know, the usual. 

So, a week or so ago, I went in to check on her "progress" -and I use the term loosely, and I happened to see this out of the corner of my eye: 

 

So we had another talk about how we can be silly and goofy with baby dolls, but not baby brother. 

She is so doll obsessed right now it is amazing! Her favorites are named : Plastic, Rhymie, Pootie, and of coure, good ole Baby Alive. My personal favorites are Plastic and Pootie. As I am typing this and asking her to tell me again the names, she told me that "One of them is for sale" hahaha... So much like her daddy...