Okay, so that last post should have more paragraph spacing in it to help indicate that those are three SEPARATE conversations, not one terribly confused conversation featuring a car ride, a puppet, AND leaky diapers. Boo for being not at all tech-savvy. Which maybe doesn’t make me the best candidate for a, you know, blog. Arch Support to the rescue? (Have I mentioned Arch Support is my bff who set this thing up and makes sure it doesn’t crash and burn in a fiery blob of boring internet content?)
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I never thought having a toddler would be so funny. A few excerpts from recent conversations:
While riding over hills on our way to Amish country:
C: There’s roller-coasters in my belly!
Me: There are?
C: Yes! There’s also rabbits in my belly!
Me: Rabbits?
C: Yes, and a mouse in my finger!
Me: …
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Poppop (my dad) using a puppet (Green Frog) from my childhood to do a show for Charlotte. Green Frog was talking to C., and C. was talking to Green Frog, not Poppop.
Green Frog: Oh, you like to go swimming? I like to swim, too. Can I go swimming with you? (Or something to this effect).
C: No. You can’t. You’re just a toy.
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Me: C, your diaper leaked a little bit last night. Your jammies are a bit wet.
C: Leaked?
Me: Yep, just a little.
C: Like the refrigerator leaked? (Our fridge was leaking a few weeks ago)
Me: Yes, just like the refrigerator leaked. Less wet, though.
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