I’ve recently been around some pretty cute two-year-olds (like Abbie’s M and E, above). This lead me to realize: Mo is no longer two. Actually, in two months she’ll be three. I’ve been calling her “two” for so long, that when people call their kids two my immediate reaction is “No! Can’t be. They’re so little”.
So, I was tempted to call this post Two-isms, but that would be kind of like lying. And lying is bad, or so I tell my
two three year old.
Recently overheard from the mouth of our babe:
“Use your nice voice Mommy, not your mean voice.”
“Walk on the sidewalk Mommy! It’s bad to walk in the street. A car could bump you. You could get a big owie!”
While holding a banana to her face, “Look Mama, the banana is a smile!”
” ‘Because’ is not a reason, Daddy.”
Mo: “I want to ride the train!”
Me: “Well, that costs $2. Did you bring your money?”
Mo: “No, but you have money Mama!”
I saw the shoulders of people ahead of us shake in silent chuckle.
She’s still working on her negotiating skills:
Andy: “Mo, please go get three books.”
Mo: “Hmmm. How about two books?”
Andy: “Ok. Well you can read two books if you want.”
Mo: “Hmmm. How about three books?”
Andy: “Ok, Love. Three books.”