"I know. It is, isn't it?"
"Yes. And my VERY favorite part of Daddy's new car are the blue square mints. They're SO good!!"
(From monitor during quiet time)
"Mommy! I need help!!"
"What kind of help?"
"Well I'm in the bathroom and I'm wiping my bum and I wiped it the third time but I accidentally dropped the toilet paper in the potty before I looked at it!! So now I don't know whether it had poop on it or not. Can you come get it out of the potty?"
"Just wipe again and look at the next piece."
"Oh! Okay..."
The next day...
"If you need help, don't yell from the bathroom. It woke your brother up yesterday. Just talk right into the monitor."
"But.. but.. what if I'm on the potty and I have poop on my bum and if I get up and walk to the monitor parts of my bum might fall off??????"
"I think your bum will stay on."
Clearly we talk about bodily functions too much in our house, because she told me, "Every time I tell AJ anything about tooting, she makes a mad face at me."
"That's because AJ is a lady, honey."
But yet, she doesn't realize this dominates our conversation. After a long conversation about how awful jail is and how the people in jail do and say bad things, her eyes got wide, she gasped, and said:
"And I BET they even talk about poo poo."
During television commercials, "People always sound so excited on TV. Why do they sound so excited??"
"Mommy, why do you and Daddy tell me the same thing twice sometimes?"
"Well, you do it all the time, don't you? Sometimes you tell us the same thing four or five times. Sometimes you tell me something, then you turn to Daddy and tell him the very same thing, even though he was standing there the whole time."
"Well yes. But I don't mind at all when I do it, but I really mind when you do it."
1 comment:
I bet they talk about poo-poo in jail too. One of the reasons I really don't want to go there....
Post a Comment