I put Sadie back in diapers because she lost interest in potty training. I checked her diaper once today, and she screamed, "Aagh! You saw my bummy!"
Sadie: Your bewybutton is a cute wittow guy.
Me: Sadie, let's see how high you can count.
Sadie: One! (Jumps) Two! (Jumps) Three! (Jumps) .... Eweven! (Jumps) That's very high to count!
Two-year-olds take things literally.
Remember how I said that Sadie likes my toes? Here is proof. It's kind of gross.
Sadie was playing with a toy, talking to it. "Hi. I'm good. I'm naked. Oh. My mom took my pajamas off to get a penciw out of the bottom of the toes, and she didn't give me any new cwose. So I'm just naked. You can pway with me. You can be my friend."
I just read an article that recommended that people in a marriage be dishonest if they don't like a meal their spouse made. That seems like the worst advice I have ever heard. What do you think? It's okay if you disagree with me.