So Spit It Out

the little spitfire here guzzling apple juice with her bud Sammy

The ole Munch is keeping hubs and I laughing and guessing everyday. Her latest vocabulary acquisition keeps us amazed and amused. Several days ago, we tell Munch that she has to nap first before she goes to a birthday party. With hands outstretch in a stance indicative of a great orator, Munch states, "No, Mommy Daddy. This the deal. Me play then me go to party. Okay? Okay." While eating at a restaurant tonight, Munch takes her apple sauce covered teaspoon, thoroughly wipes it on a napkin and announces "good as new, good as new." She repeats this motion several more times during the course of dinner. When taken by surprise or utterly enjoying a moment, Munch will squeal "oh me god!" And let's not forget about the potty sector. "Me no need help, Mommy. Close door. Me need pirate-si (privacy in Gi lingo). Me going make big poopie!" Nice, isn't it? You know how before you became a parent, other experienced parents advised you to stop using profanity once the kids reach a certain age and get stricken with the parrot syndrome. Take The Advice. Hubs and I are still learning the hard way especially when Gi points at someone in a store and loudly asks "Mommy, what dat moron doing?"