So, I'd like to present an actual recent conversation to demonstrate just how random life with a two year old can be:
Setting: The Dinner Table on Easter Sunday about 5 p.m., while enjoying our lunch of ham, sweet potatoes in orange cups and brussel sprouts roasted with bacon...
Bea: Mommy, I like beef
Mommy: It's ham, Bea. You're eating ham.
Bea: Beef is so yummy. It's 'licious. (delicious)
Mommy: Ok, the beef is yummy.
Bea: Do you like beef?
Mommy: Yes, sweet girl, I do.
Bea: Does Daddy like beef?
Mommy: Yes, I think he does.
Bea: Mmm. Mmm. So Tasty. I love... bacon
Mommy: Me too, BeaBea.
Bea: Bacon is tasty.
Mommy: Bea, do you want to eat some brussel sprouts too?
Bea: No. Nope. No thank you.
Mommy: Please, can you try?
Bea: Ok. (eats sprout...) It's 'licious too! I can eat it 'gin!
Mommy: Oh good!
Several seconds of silence later....
Bea: Arnold has a butt crack?
Mommy: No, Arnold has a tail.
Bea: It's fluffy. Does Daddy have a butt crack?
Mommy: Yes, I believe he does.
Bea: BeaBea has a butt crack too?
Mommy: Yes, you do. That's enough butt talk at the table for now.
Bea: BeaBea have an elbow. Do Mommy have an elbow?
Mommy: Yes, I do!
Bea: BeaBea have two elbows.
Mommy: Yep! We all have two elbows.
Bea: Mmmm... I like feet potatoes. So Yummy.
I look up to see this:
|I'll consider this a loss ...|