Saturday, July 08, 2006
Just memorializing a couple of our current favorite phrases of yours, Dear Child--we have no idea from where you pick these things up, but coming, as they do, from someone who still can't properly pronounce the words 'ketchup' (chepup) or 'magic' (magitch, with a hard 'g' sound), they're pretty darn entertaining. You've been using these regularly for the last few days, but here are the contexts in which they were first introduced to us:
After giving me a big hug and a kiss, you place your hand on your hip saucily, look around, and query, "Now. WHERE is that lovely ol' Daddy of mine?"
During your nightly woe-is-me, weeping, wailing, teeth-gnashing, conniption-fit angst-fest about having to go to bed, you actually took my face in your hands, looked at me pitiously, and pleaded, "Mommy, I really INSIST, I do NOT want to go to bed now!" Wish I'd 'a thought of that one when I was your age, because I never wanted to go to bed, either. Still don't.
I'm trying to decide whether you're channelling Katherine Hepburn or Lucille Ball.
More car-top silliness from the city fireworks festival on flickr.