My toddler is a pretty smart cookie. The stuff that comes out of her mouth sometimes makes me wonder if I need to start checking her ID to ensure she’s only two. How does she come up with some of the things she does? Where did she get the word “slippery” from? “No, mommy, I tan’t (can’t). I swippery.”
Say wha!?! Not “I’m wet from playing in the water,”.. she’s “slippery!?”
Or demanding to do everything herself, like put on her shoes and clothes. Dude, you’re a kid. Milk this for all it’s worth, mm kay? Do you know how friggin’ easy you have it? You don’t even have to wipe your own butt, child?! Little Miss Independent, y’know?
And do NOT cross her, or she will kick the ever-loving snot out of you. I swear she is She-Ra reincarnated. (That is, if She-Ra was indeed real, and died, or something. Um, you know what I mean… )
And Oh.My.Goodness.. the girly-ness k-i-l-l-s me. How she has to have a purse, and put in it a mini-brush and Dora phone. She absolutely has to have lots of dress up jewelry, and skirts, and pretend heels, and had to have pink sparkly shoes from Target yesterday. Good grief the pink! The girly squeaks and voice! Gah! I can barely stand how all-girl she is!
The other day she comes to me. “Mommy, can you helpuh me?” (Recall, I’ve told you before that she talks pseudo-italian-accent adding “uh” at the end of words. SO!CUTE!)
“Sure, baby. What is it?”
She hands me this.
So, if you’re looking for me, I’m over → there. On my toes. Because that’s where my toddler likes keeping me.
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