Kaya- “What’s Riley doin’?”
Mommy- “Riley’s eating Dora.” (Kaya’s Dora ball just to clarify)
Kaya- A look mixed with horror, confusion and wild amusement ensues.
I cut Kaya’s hair.
She looks in the mirror.
“Cooooookies?!” –Imagine pathetic, high pitched, lips quivering tone in her plea here–
“No Kaya. Say it nicely.” her parents implore.
There is a Canada flag.
“Hockey Flag!!” Kaya announces.
“No, it’s a Canada flag baby.”
“Hockey Flag.” she demands.
And nothing we say will dissuade her of this fact.
This stroller was supposed to be a birthday present. But she kept trying to push her bike and kept getting frustrated at getting stuck. So I caved and gave it to her, then tried to teach her to say “Thank You Mommy.” She ignores me. “Say ‘Thank You Mommy'” I implore. No response.
10 minutes later, as she runs by pushing Sumi and Miga, she catches my eye, smiles and says, “Thank You Mommy!”
Sometimes I feel like a really good Mommy 🙂
“Mmmmmm… Licious!” she fake drinks. Then,
“Kaya’s turn. Mommy’s turn. Miga’s turn. Dinosaur turn!”
Sometimes I feel like we picked a really good daycare. (Cuz she didn’t learn all that sharing stuff at home!)