A conversation with Anna…
Anna: Say, “‘appy”!
Me: Say “happy”?
Anna: Say, “app-oh joose”.
Me: …apple juice?
Anna: Say, “app-oh”!
Me: Apple!
Anna: Say, “da-da!
Me: Da-da!
Anna: (giggling madly)
Me: Say, “belly button”!
Anna: (looks at me like I’ve lost my mind)
(Apparently, I misunderstood the nature of the game.)
Anna managed to pinch her little fingers in the play kitchen cabinet, which caused a few tears. Before I could even get to her, Carrie was right there, kneeling in front of her and hugging her, saying “It’s OK, baby, you’re OK.” Anna hugged Carrie right back and cried into her shoulder. It was the sweetest, saddest moment – and it was truly fleeting, as just another moment later they were happily playing together with chef hats on and pots and pans banging.
Conversation at dinner last night:
Me: “Anna, can you say ‘mama’?”
Anna: “Dada!”
Me: “Anna, say, ‘mama’.”
Anna: “Dada!”
Me: “Anna, can you say ‘dada’?”
Anna: “Ah ba ba baba dada baba!”