I love talking to Carmen and hearing her talk. We had a blast on the Oregon coast with all of her Dewey cousins and aunts and uncles.
Mark's sister, Karen, has a sweet husky named Koda. Carmen fell in love with him and figured out how to get along with him. They snuggled a lot and did a lot of chase, and the most common phrase I heard from Carmen was, "Ohhhhhhh, he give me kisses!!!!"
On one of our last nights there, we had the following exchange:
Carmen: Koda's my doggy!
Me: Actually, he's Karen's doggy. Karen is Koda's mommy.
Carmen: *thoughtful pause* No, he's my doggy. We'll buy him!
Ben (Karen's husband, happens to be walking outside at that moment): SOLD!!!
They had offered to trade their dog for our two-year-old. I'm sorry to say the offer wasn't the least bit tempting. ;)
Another time, we were doing a final load of laundry before packing all of our stuff to go home. We got some clothes from Mark's parents, and Mark's dad decided that this might be a good time to sneak off and take a shower. Carmen walks past my in-laws' bedroom and goes, "*gasp!* Grandpa Larry is naked!"
I nod my head a little and try to talk about something else, hoping she's done with her announcement for the day. Sometimes they'll stop if you don't draw attention to it. But this is an exciting deal to her. She continues. "Mommy, Grandpa Larry is naked! HE'S NAKED, MOMMY! Grandpa Larry's NAAAAAAAKED!!!"
Finally, my father-in-law manages to stand up for himself and he squeaks out, "Carmen, I'm not completely naked! I'm wearing a towel!"
"Oh, he's not completely naked, Mommy. Grandpa Larry's wearing a towel!"
"Thank you." and he scurries off to the bathroom without further incident.
You just can't hide anything from a 2-year-old.
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