When she woke up this morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, the very first thing she said was, “Papa, you ate ice cream. Mommy ate ice cream. You need to eat fruit now.” Obviously, she couldn’t get the ice cream we enjoyed – the previous night, mind you – out of her head.
“Chloe hit me!” That’s usually true.
“Chloe farted!” That wasn’t true this particular time. Sophie was actually the culprit.
“Chloe burped!” That’s sometimes true.
“Chloe, don’t say those words! ” “That’s not nice, Chloe!” These are frequent admonishments.
When she’s with me in my red putt-putt car, “Mommy, you driving too fast. Slow down!”
The other day, Chloe and a friend were having a little argument. “Stop fighting!” she yelled.
The good news is that it looks like she’s learning right from wrong…the bad news is she’s driving all of us crazy!