Everything is either a baby, mommy or daddy. She pulled the silverware out of the drawer one day. When she got to the serving spoon she looked at it for a second and said "it's daddys" and "it's papas" because it was the biggest one she had ever used. Everything small is, of course, a baby. She does this with everything lately. Well, tonight at dinner we had ziti. She started by saying this is the baby, then the daddy, and then the mommy noodle before she ate each one. And then she started giving them names of anyone she knew (cousins, friends, froggie). It was really funny. She was so matter of fact about it, I had a hard time not laughing.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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