So, some funny things were overheard, and interesting conversations were had in the course of daily operations over here:
B2 (Boy who is 2) came up the stairs calling my name in that sing-song voice that is indicative of tattling:
Maaaaawen! (that’s how he says my name, got no ‘r’, sad) Maaaaawen!
Me: What?
B2: I hit H2! (H2 is a little girl who is 2)
Me: What?
B2: I hit H2. I hit her right on the head!
Me: Really? Why?
B2: I don’t know.
This is where H2 appeared. She looks bugged, so I ask:
Did B2 hit you on the head?
H2: No! No he did not! He did not hit me on my head!
B2: Yes I did! I hit her on her head!
H2: No! NO NO NO. NO he didn’t, Maynen! ( That’s how she says my name: May-nen)
Me: Um, well, be nice to each other.
B2 and H2 in unison: Ok!
Melinda asked, “What was that all about?
Me: I have no idea.
Yesterday, little T1 (name starts with T, she is 1) came to me with a toy dog and announced proudly:
Go-gie!
Me: You have a doggie?
T1: Yes! Go-gie! says Woof Woof!
Me: You’re right, a doggie does say woof woof. That is a Doggie. D, D, D, Doggie. Like Daddy, sweetie. D is for D, D, Doggie and D, D, Daddy. (I’m making the D noise here so she can here it and see my mouth.)
She looks at me for a few minutes, blankly, so I repeat the whole D is for Daddy, and Doggie shpiel. (is that how you spell shpeel? schpeil? schpiel? hmmmm….I’ll have to think about that one…)
In the meantime, T1’s shoulders sagged. Her head drooped. She turned away with her toy dog and slumped over to the couch where she collapsed in a heap next to a 12 month old baby sitting there having an afternoon bottle.
She leaned over so her head was touching the babies head and held up her toy dog.
She whispered:
This is……
A Go-gie.
Then she gave me a dirty look.
Alrighty then.
