Yesterday Kelly was playing with a puzzle. When she was almost done she realized a piece was missing and she couldn't find it. Jeff heard her say, "What the heck?" under her breath. I'm 100% sure she got that from me.
Yesterday I was talking to the man at the gas station that was pumping our gas (I love full service). As I was driving away Kelly said, "That a good man."
Jeff was telling Kelly a mildly scary story the other day and she came running up to me and said, "Help me Mommy! I scary!"
At swimming this morning Kelly's swim instructor said, "Is that Dora on your shirt." Kelly looked down at her shirt and said to him, "No. That Dora." He looked at me confused. I had no help to offer seeing as I am usually just as confused as he was. Why just the other day she started screaming at me to take a big comforter out of her crib. As soon as I took it out she started screaming for me to put it back in. She also screamed and cried to get out of time-out today, and then when I let her out she stood there screaming because she wanted to go back in! Time out is actually in her crib - yes yes, many books say that's a no no, but guess what? I. don't. care. I needed some place to put her so she'd be trapped, and she has not figured out or even attempted to figure out how to climb out!
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