N: "I want to sturrve it!" (exclaimed pretty much any time I'm stirring anything in the kitchen)
While I was putting Eli to bed, Norah came in and sat down on his floor. Jason followed behind her with an orange popsicle, which Norah immediately zoomed in on. Their conversation went as follows (bear in mind, we're working overtime to instill good manners in the inhabitants of Robinson County).
N: I want a bite.
J: You want a bite, what? (Fishing for a please)
N: I want a bite of orange. (Seemingly pleased with her answer)
J: You want a bite of orange, what? (Trying again)
N: I want a bite of orange popsicle?
J: You want an orange popsicle, what?
N: (Epiphany!) I want a bite of orange popsicle, PLEASE! (And you'd better believe, after all of that work, she got one!)
N:" Norah's a girl. Eli's a boy."
A: "Mommy's a girl, and daddy's a boy."
N: "No. Mommy's a ma'am. Daddy's a sir."
A: "Oh. You're right. Good girl."
2 comments:
LOVE it!!! So cute! She is so precious!!! Thanks for reading my old lady story...I imagine I'll try to break out of the nursing home at some point as well. =)
Are you ready for LOST tomorrow night!?!?!??! I'm caught up and so excited!! Have a great evening!
That's too funny. We've been working on manners here too. It's so cute (and thrilling) to hear "May I have my juice please?" (Usually corrected from "I can have my juice please?")
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