JellyBean has been branching out in her verbal skills, no longer merely repeating books and movies, but creating whole dialogues and games by herself. Usually her conversations focus on babies, animals or Bible stories, but every now and then she comes up with something whose origins I cannot trace.
This weekend she repeated this conversation more than once.
JellyBean: (sweet and winsome, wide-eyed) Mommy, don’t be angry with me.
Me: (stricken) Sweetheart! I’m not angry with you! Why would I get angry with you?
JellyBean: You get angry at Daddy.
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(I told Az about this conversation and he grinned like a devilish schoolboy and said, “Excellent.” Then, after a moment: “I want that on your blog.”)
LOL! I love listening in on little snippets of conversations like this and the one below, kids are great
Did you tell him that he is not the boss of you and to get his own blog?
Oh, I guess not.
I came here because I saw your comment on Suburban Turmoil, The Death of Cool, and thought it was funny.
My three year old told me today that she wanted a butterfly and a flower like her Aunt Courtney’s. I told her that she could not have a tattoo and she got VERY upset, saying that Aunt Courtney said that she could! I asked her where Courts flower was, (because this was a new one that I have not seen yet) and she tells me it’s on her “tooshy”. I’m callin’ Aunt Courtney tomorrow.