more conversations with a little girl
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moominmolly[in a car coming home from daycare]
Me: Natalie, when we get home, we have to go RIGHT inside today, no dawdling, because I need to use the bathroom pretty badly!
N (in a suuuuuper-sympathetic voice): Oh, mommy. I know, mommy. I know. It's hard, mommy, I know. But you'll pee and then we'll pick flowers and you'll be happy.
[this morning, as I banged my toe]
N (again with the super-sympathy): Oh! I'm so sorry, mommy! So, so sorry.
Me: Thank you, Natalie. I think I just need ibuprofen cream.
N: I'll get the ibuprofen cream!
Me: Er, I'm not sure you can reach it. Hang on. *gets it off a deliberately high shelf*
N: I'll put it on you, mommy.
Me: Okay! Put some on my toe right there. Put just a little bit on, like massage cream.
N: ...is this your booboo here?
Me: Yes, right there!
N: *meticulously applies tiny amounts*
Me: Thank you! That will help me feel better!
N: I RUBBED IT ALL IN!!!
Me: Yes you did!
N: I RUBBED IT ALL IN, MOMMY!
Me (unsure how to end this conversation): Natalie, could you put this away in the bathroom?
N: *takes tub of cream and runs off to find D*
N: Daddy! This is a little girl who's going to put away the massage cream in the bathroom CABINET!
Later, Sylvana (who seems currently fascinated by adjectives) was standing on a weight plate proudly proclaiming "DIS IS A YITTLE GIRL ON A VERY BIG FING!" and giggling. Apparently the third person is in vogue!
Me: Natalie, when we get home, we have to go RIGHT inside today, no dawdling, because I need to use the bathroom pretty badly!
N (in a suuuuuper-sympathetic voice): Oh, mommy. I know, mommy. I know. It's hard, mommy, I know. But you'll pee and then we'll pick flowers and you'll be happy.
[this morning, as I banged my toe]
N (again with the super-sympathy): Oh! I'm so sorry, mommy! So, so sorry.
Me: Thank you, Natalie. I think I just need ibuprofen cream.
N: I'll get the ibuprofen cream!
Me: Er, I'm not sure you can reach it. Hang on. *gets it off a deliberately high shelf*
N: I'll put it on you, mommy.
Me: Okay! Put some on my toe right there. Put just a little bit on, like massage cream.
N: ...is this your booboo here?
Me: Yes, right there!
N: *meticulously applies tiny amounts*
Me: Thank you! That will help me feel better!
N: I RUBBED IT ALL IN!!!
Me: Yes you did!
N: I RUBBED IT ALL IN, MOMMY!
Me (unsure how to end this conversation): Natalie, could you put this away in the bathroom?
N: *takes tub of cream and runs off to find D*
N: Daddy! This is a little girl who's going to put away the massage cream in the bathroom CABINET!
Later, Sylvana (who seems currently fascinated by adjectives) was standing on a weight plate proudly proclaiming "DIS IS A YITTLE GIRL ON A VERY BIG FING!" and giggling. Apparently the third person is in vogue!
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Date: 2008-05-16 07:55 pm (UTC)I think the development of empathy is the foundation of civilization, so congratulations -- you're NOT raising a sociopath. :-)
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Date: 2008-05-16 08:11 pm (UTC)You should totally make that picture an icon. If you don't, can I? I'll give you full credit.
::is a puddle on the floor::
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Date: 2008-05-16 09:00 pm (UTC)"oh, and you want to use that as a bib for when you have yoghurt?" i asked.
"not 'use it as' a bib, daddy! it is a bib!" she replied.
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Date: 2008-05-16 09:43 pm (UTC)I have memories of wearing a bib on spaghetti nights until I was like...11?
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Date: 2008-05-16 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-16 09:51 pm (UTC)also, Yanna feet! awwww!
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Date: 2008-05-16 11:01 pm (UTC)Yittle Girl, Very Big Fing
Date: 2008-05-16 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-17 03:33 am (UTC)Er, except that there's also a lot of "I'm a yittel baby can't walk or talk only nurses its mommy and poops and pees and cries and sleeps and farts and laughs." Sometimes she reassures me that she's not asking for nursing with "I'm a yittel baby not going to have nursing now."
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Date: 2008-05-17 04:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-17 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-21 12:45 pm (UTC)HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! YAAAYYY!!!!!!!!!!! GO CELEBRATE IN STYLE! (of which I have no doubt you will)