My daughter is 2 years-old. Sometimes we talk. It never makes any sense.
Princess Teacup: "Daddy. Where Mommy go?"
Me: "To the supermarket baby."
Princess Teacup (confused): "The supermarcus?"
Me: "Close. The supermarket."
Princess Teacup: "Why?"
Me: "She went to do the food shopping."
Princess Teacup: "Oh my God."
Me: "What happened?"
Princess Teacup (pointing to the floor): "Look Daddy!"
Me (looking down): "I don't see what you're pointing to..."
Princess Teacup: "I want pickle."
Me: "I don't think you should be eating a pickle at 9:30 in the morning."
Princess Teacup: "I want pickle."
Me: "Fine. Let's go to the kitchen."
Princess Teacup (laughing): "You silly Daddy!"
Me: "This is confusing."
Princess Teacup (in a sing-song lilt): "I'm gonna eat bananas!"
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