On our walk this morning, Annie told me she had an idea for Sous’ next birthday present. Earnestly:
“Come here so she doesn’t hear!”
I bend down to the stroller to receive this secret. Lips against my ear:
“It’s a—what’s her favorite color?”
“I don’t know, she’s a… Um, red?”
“It’s a RED, CHEWY STICK!!”
Just watched Annie lick melted popsicle off Paul’s chin.
Now she’s telling stories. Here’s one:
“Once upon a time, Paul pooped on a tow truck, and he had to go to the doctor. That’s the end.”
Overheard, from the stroller:
Paul: Annie, is [mumble] in real life?
Annie: Yeah.
Paul: Is [mumble] in real life?
Annie: Yeah.
Is [mumble] in real life? Yeah. Is [mumble] in real life!? Yeah. Is [mumble] in real life!?! Yeah.