|An oldie but goodie: my pretty girl|
Maggie: Mama, big green truck!
Me: I can't tell where you mean.
Maggie: Oh, nevermind (definite tone).
Maggie loves a bowl of cereal, Cheerios (plain) by preference. She has one for breakfast every morning and often the first words out of her mouth in the morning are a request for "cereal with D milk in it." She's a pretty good sport about finishing the milk at the bottom of her bowl (which is essential since it has her powderlax dissolved in it) but does need to be reminded.
Me: Maggie, don't forget to drink your milk.
Maggie: Daddy put in cup.
Me, distractedly: Puts what in a cup?
Maggie: D milk, of course.
Wicked Witch Mama, of course, told her she could very well drink the milk out of the bowl. And I wonder why she's a Daddy's girl.
As much as I sometimes miss the days she just did what I said without question, it is good to see her insist on her own way. "ME DO!!!!!!!!!" is a common statement, always spoken loudly and impatiently. Lately, she insists on getting off the bus without any help, and then sitting on the walk or steps progressively closer to the front door but at a very slow pace. My presence is not appreciated so I check in on her every few minutes until she is ready to enter the house. I caught this picture of her on the front steps before she told me she was ready to come in.
|Stubborn little monkey|