The strangest comments happen at our house. I am still laughing about the chocolate bear, but nothing tops the day when we found a barbie leg and arm in the house. Ms. B was 2.5 and she came running, very concerned. She told me we MUST find Barbie because "she is having a VERY bad day."
Fast forward to nearly a year later where barbie was found headless in the house (poor barbie). Brigid said "she's got no human grace." What the hell? She has no ... what? Where do you get this stuff?
Last night, "momma, you tore your dress. Momma, your face is a mess." I was so confused about this comment because I wasn't wearing a dress and to my knowledge, I had nothing on my face.
I finally caught up when she sang "baby baby, please let me hold you" to her sister last night.
She is not only listening to what I tell her, she is actually listening to the words of the music in the house. First Billy Idol, then Bowie, and finally the Talking Heads. I am seriously going to have to get Brendan's music pre-screened. I don't listen to the words of songs ever. I have no idea what is going on in any song. All I know is that B was confused for some time about how you could have eyes without a face.
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