With a big sigh of relief, Hubs and I welcome the end of Gi's cold which descended on us about two Fridays ago. No longer contagious nor super grumpy, Munch is getting back to her active, fun-loving, sweet self. Her sense of humor has returned also. Munch's latest kick is to accuse her exasperated parents of being the opposite sex. Somewhere in toddlerville, this must qualify as the ultimate affront to one's self-perception. The banter often begins when Munch is being asked to do something she does not wholeheartedly want to do like eating dinner or picking up after herself.
"Mama, you a boy." (spoken with a wayward grin on her cherubic face and a little finger pointed at you)
"I'm not a boy! Mommy's a girl, you silly goose. You're a boy."
"Yes, Mama, you a pee pee boy!"
"What about Daddy? Is he a boy?"
"Daddy a girl!" (same mischieveous grin on her face)
"What about Poh Poh?"
"Poh Poh old girl."
"How about Gon Gon?"
"Gon Gon old boy."
After a few minutes of teasing Hubs and me, Munch usually stops with the assumption that we have completely forgotten that she should be eating her plateful of mac-n-cheese or picking up the 50 billion pieces of playdough that she has scattered on the living room floor. We're not that easily distracted yet, Munch, but give us another ten years and it's anybody's guess.
2 comments:
Hahahahahaha... that little girl is as clever as a whip... glad to hear she is feeling better...
Gi, you're sure a smart one! Why do kids always think they can fool the adults??
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