Carter: Daddy offended Indians everywhere by putting Greek yogurt into the curry sauce. He should have put Indian yogurt in it... Do they have that?
Me: You're a cutie, Sadie.
Sadie: I'm not a cutie! I'm a big sweetie! And you're a wittow sweetie! You're just my wittow sweetie, Mommy.
Sadie keeps bringing me food to eat. It is so cute. Also, it is really hard to explain to a two-year-old about allergies and why I can't eat the food she keeps bringing me.
Me: Sadie, do you want to come watch the Olypics with me on the ipad?
Sadie: No. It's too boring for wittow tids.
She did watch with me for a while, so it was not as bad as she thought it would be.
Sadie: Mommy, do you want a prophet?
Me: A prophet?
Sadie: I wiw det you a prophet. Here you doe. It's a prophet for you. And here's another prophet for you. It's Tarter's prophet. And this is Preston's prophet. You want another prophet?
It was a puffle, one of those weird stuffed guys that are only a head and no body from Club Penguin.
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