Sunday, August 17, 2008

Coming full circle, like the moon. Or pizza.

In which the two-year-old's endless monologue serves, at least, to demonstrate her comprehension of similes and synonyms, even as it simultaneously serves to stall the advancement of bedtime:

And the song says the moon looks like a pizza pie AND it looks like a lemon pie. The moon is round like pie and there are two pies. And Laurie calls the moon both things. Like I got dressed in my unders. And you call them unders and Williams calls them underwear and I call them unders, too, but sometimes I call them panties because Lulu calls them panties and Tariq calls them underPANTS. And if I bless [bless = sneeze] again I will need a tissue because of the ickies. And at home we call them ickies but at school we call them boogies. So if I bless and the boogies come out those are ickies. But if I bless and then I sniff the ickies will go in my throat to my belly and I will have a tummyache. Or a bellyache or a stomachache, right? What do we call it? (Whichever you want.) NO!! What do WE CALL IT? (I usually say tummyache.) O-KAY! And also you can have a tummyache if you eat too much food. But L can't eat too much food because she can't EAT PIZZA. She's too little for pizza, and she's too young. Right, Mommy? Pin It

Shuffling the world order. Two-year-old deals.

M: E, are you going to come to the bagel store with me? [They go together almost every Sunday that we don't have other plans.]
E: NO!
M: [surprised] You're not? Okay...I guess I'll take L with me.
E: Oka-ay!!
E: Daddy, tell the bagel store to bring me an everysing bagel. Tell it to bring it to me.
M: [laughing] Okay...
M: Okay, I'm ready to go to the bagel store. Are you ready, L?
E: NOOOO! I want to go to the bagel store! You take L AND ME to the bagel store! Pin It