My daughter can talk.
And I don't mean she has a solid grasp of the English language.
I mean she has the ability to wake up at 6:00am and narrate her entire day without so much as a single inhale. The only pause she takes is at the beginning of a new thought which always starts with, "Mom?"
I'm worried that my, "yes, dear," response somehow refuels her. It's the only explanation for why she says, "Mom," or "Maaaahhhhmmm," or "are you still listening?" (like I have a choice) so many times a day.
And she'll talk about anything. And by that I mean, everything. All the time. All day long. No matter where we are.
Like yesterday, for example, when in the middle of an indoor playground/restaurant she reminded me (loudly) that her tushy itches because she didn't do a good enough job wiping. I bit my lip and shrugged in apology to the three men standing within hearing range who all looked like they wanted to melt into the floor.
This morning she began talking just after 6:30. Her first thought of the day was not "Good morning, mother, did you sleep well?" No, instead, she came bursting into our bedroom and asked, "can I eat the rest of my chocolate bunny for breakfast?"
When I answered, "no, we're not eating chocolate for breakfast (I didn't mention the number of times I've dined on cake and Fannie May at that time of day myself)," she wanted to know why. Then she wanted to know how they make chocolate bunnies and why there was nothing on the inside. She thought it was the perfect place for them to put some raspberries and asked if I would call them and tell them.
When I said I didn't know their number, she told me I could find it on my computer.
How's that for the 21st century thought processing of a 4 year old?
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LOL. I'm fairly sure that she's related to my William (or that perhaps they're soul mates)... :)
Okay - so my 4yo yells out on the plane (when you REALLY can't escape to anywhere and the seatbelt sign is ON) as we are landing - to a "captive" audience... "Wow Mommy, my penis feels funny! HAHAHAHHAHA!" I whisper that it's not appropriate conversation and that provoked him to describe the "funny feeling" more in depth and I think a little louder... I wanted to crawl under the seat...
Nicole, that's hysterical! Why do they only choose public places to say things like that? It never happens on the couch at home, only when we're trapped in an aluminum tube and cruising at 30,000 feet!
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