The Funny Thing Is
These weren’t long enough for a blog post but I wanted to share them with you anyway. Sometimes toddlers say the most peculiar things. It makes hanging out with them quiet a trip. The funny thing is for all the quips my two year old shoots at me , the best I can come up with is “Ummm..Ok!”
So the other day the kiddo is walking around with Bunny and Blankie, she says “Are you lonely?” I guess she is talking to Bunny. So she picks up Duckie and Teddy. So now she’s carrying all four in her arms and can’t see where she’s going, obviously after walking around for a little bit she trips on Blankie and falls on top of them. She picks herself right up and yells at no one in particular “I Ok! I OK! Is Anybody OK? Is Everybody hurt?” and then she takes bunny aside and whispers to him “Bunny you ok? Do you need a something pink?”
So I am lounging on the couch the other day and she walks up to me and points to a zit and says “Mumma, what is this?” I say, “This is a zit”. She looks at it carefully and says “What is zit doing?” I pout and say “Zit is hurting mumma.” WHACK right on my face and she says “Stop hurting my mumma!” and then she says to me “Now you ok?”
Kiddo has this Elmo book about Eyes, ears, blah blah. We were reading it the other day and I read aloud “Count your eyes, one and two. What color are they? Brown, Green or Blue?” So kiddo asks me “Mumma what color are they?” I replied “Your eyes are brown.”
“ What do you mean no? Trust me they are brown.”
“ No! They are pink. Pink! Pink! Pink!”
And she runs around the house yelling “Pink eye, pink eye, pink eye. I have pink eye!”
Lately the kiddo has taken to calling Daddy her “best friend”. This annoys me on many many levels (I know I am conceited like that) If anyone I should get to be the “best friend”.
Yesterday she was busy playing with her toys and she looks up at me and says “Mumma, Daddy is my best friend.” I just ignore her and let it go, but she thinks I haven’t heard her, she says it again. “Daddy is my very best friend.”
So I ask her “And what about Mumma? Isn’t mumma your best friend too?” (Yes I understand superlatives and there can be just one best friend blah blah)
It’s her turn to ignore me. But I won’t let it go that easy, so I ask again “What about mumma baby?”
She says “No, mumma is not best friend, mumma is just people.”
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