We have this conversation every day. At least four or five times a day.
Beastie: Birthday?
Me: Yes, your birthday's coming soon. You will be two!
Beastie: No, fwee.
Me: No, two.
Beastie: No, one.
Me: No, two.
Beastie: NO! Seven!
Me: Fine, seven.
Beastie: No, Ishie TWO.
And then we talk about the party....
Beastie: Gabba cake? Gabba cake? Gabba cake?
Me: Yes, I'll make you a Gabba cake.
Beastie: And I-Meem! (ice cream)
Me: Yes, and ice cream.
Beastie: I eat it! Nom nom nom! (as she "feeds" herself like a chipmunk.)
And then it all come back around....
Beastie: Ishie birthday, sevennnnn!
Me: No, two.
Beastie: No, five.
Me: No, two.
Beastie: No, fwee.
Me: No, two.
Beastie: No! SEVEN!
[sigh.]
Posts
You're just emotional!
6 months ago
1 comment:
Everytime I read a conversation you have with Beastie it makes me look forward to when my little bean starts talking in earnest. There is nothing better than the insane irrationality of a toddler.
Post a Comment