- During a conversation with Pat about what kind of bugs she enjoys...
Pat - "Grace, do you like bugs?"
Grace - "Ummm, sometimes."
Pat - "What kind of bugs do you like?"
Grace - "Well, I got no beef wit ladybugs."
- Grace likes music, which makes me so happy. And she certainly has her preferences already. She tells me from the back seat of the car "I only like girl songs, Mama." And when a song comes on that she does like, she hollers "Mama, dis is my jam!!" as she bops along to the music with her eyes closed like Ray Charles.
- In the mornings, Grace has gotten into the habit of asking "How you feewin today, mama?" And if I am looking a little disheveled (which, let's face it, is most mornings), she will ever so lovingly tell me "You look a wittle tired". She does wonders for the self esteem.
- She is my mini-me. I get it. But sometimes it is kinda scary to see yourself mirrored in a little person. She definitely throws out some crazy sayings, and when I find myself asking...where the hell did she hear that???...oh yeah, it was me. And poor Patrick usually bears the brunt of it. Point in case: "Patwick, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I can't hear my show!" Luckily, the kid is happy to receive any attention from her and just laughs.
- Lately, we have been experimenting with what words are, and are not appropriate to say. "Shit" being one that is most definitly INappropriate. When she was told this was a bad word, she totally outsmarted me and figured out a way to get away with it. "Mama, we never say shit, right. Shit is a bad word. You should never say shit. Patrick, did you know shit was a bad word. It's naughty, naughty, naughty. Mama, did you know I heard Auntie Beth say shit once. We should tell her it's a bad bad bad word." To cap off her speech and really drive the point home she sings a little tune about it. "Shit is a bad word, a bad word, we never say shit, no we never say shit."
- Instead of saying "no" in response to something, she has made a habit of responding "not actually".
- Now that she is potty trained, the amount of potty talk has really become too much. I will leave you with one golden highlight. And for those of you who are offended, I apologize. But you can't even argue with the creativity:
"Mama, today I pooped and it looked like a fat carrot."
:)
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