I love listening to my kids talk. It is like getting tiny glimpses into how they think, and I love how they think.
It is so cute how they can be so logical and still wrong. And I'm sure Heavenly Father thinks this about me all. the. time.
A few quotes from my sweet two-year-old:
As she is helping me do the dishes
Her: "What is this?"
Me: "Its a cup."
Her: "What is this?"
Me: "Its a baby spoon."
Her: "A baby spoon? Oh! Its SOOOO cute! What's it's name?"
Me: "Its a spoon. It doesn't have a name."
Her: "Yes it does. See?"
Turns out the spoon did have words on it, so it does have a name.
After I tried on a new dress and then changed back into my regular clothes
Her: "Mom! Where is your beautiful dress?"
Me: "I took it off."
Her: "But you are supposed to WEAR it!"
Me: "Why?"
Her: "Because its MONDAY!" (The"duh" was implied.)
Pretending to cook
Her: "I am making dinner. . . . it is called, yucky food. . . .Want a bite?"
I'm pretty certain that our house is going to sound just like this in a few years. (minus the British accents)
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