When working on her colors with crayons:
“Lily, what color is this?”
“I dunno. What color is this, Mommy?” holding up a green crayon.
“That’s green, hunnie. Green.”
“That is right! Good job, Mommy!”
Today on the airplane, trying to get her back into Creole:
“Lily, buckle your seatbelt, kon-sa.” (like this).
“Mommy, why you talkin’ to me like that?”
Trying to explain where Aunt Lisa went in “baby terms”:
“She went bye-bye, hunnie.”
“No, no Mom, where did Aunt Lisa GO?”
“Well, she’s at work.”
“NOooo, Mom. Common.”
“She’s at the airport?” I finally said, not sure what she was looking for.
“NO, mom.” Big sigh. “Aunt Lisa is in DENVER, and she is sad because she misses me!”
2 comments:
Ha ha ha ha, awesome!
OK, we keep reading this blog entry because it makes us smile and giggle! Erika is sitting in my chair with me this morning reading your blog. I read (again) to her this entry and we laughed. Steve is sitting in the kitchen, heard me read it and laughed saying "she is such a sharp little girl." We miss you guys!
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