Nancy Reagan would be so proud. My kidlet isn't even two yet, but if somebody were warped enough to offer her drugs, she'd definitely refuse. Just as she refuses cheese, books, her bath...pretty much anything that is offered to her. And even if she actually does want it, we still get a big fat "No!".
A few days ago, it was time to get out of the bath tub. I held out her towel and said, "Come see mommy! Time to get out of the tub!" She looked up at me and very seriously said "No mamma" and went back to playing with her toys. All of a sudden I felt my life fast forward 12 years when I will presumably be hollering at her to quit primping and get out of the bathroom so that other people can use it, only to hear "No! Mom! Jeez!"
Like most toddlers, she doesn't quite pronounce everything in a way that non-parental types can understand. "Stick" and "chicken" appear to be especially difficult words. What actually comes out is an unfortunate word that you really don't like to hear coming out of your darling innocent daughter's mouth. But it was all we could do to keep from snickering, however, when she was offered chicken at dinner the other night and very loudly and vehemently proclaimed "No DICK! No DICK!"
My husband remains hopeful that she will maintain her anti-dick attitude until well after college.
Monday, October 02, 2006
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