Can you believe Beastie will be three in just a few more days? That's right, just eight days till her birthday. She talks so much now, and she's so funny. Here're a few examples.
"Better not try to walk on the water, Mom. You might get died. Use a bridge. Or a boat!"
"I love you so much. But I don't love when spiders get all over you!"
"It would be so bad if a horse came and stomped all over you!!"
"I like my room, Mom, but I don't like when the ghost gets in there and rubs his back on my bed."
"I don't like beavers, because they eat children."
"I hope you never make me eat poop, because it's very, very stinky."
"I have a friend named Ella, and her friend Stacy said I could eat all these cookies if I want to." (Note: We don't know anyone named Ella or Stacy.)
She's working on becoming passive aggressive too ... today she couldn't open a bag with a toy in it, and she asked for help twice but no one was able to help her. Angry, she threw the toy down and said, "Fine! I guess I'll never be able to play with this toy again!!"
And when I say something that makes her cry, such as hollering at her for hitting, she says through her tears, " Thanks a LOT, Mom! Now you made me cry! You ruined my LIFE!"
Making. And Making & Making & Making. . . .
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