I’ve probably mentioned that one of Bella’s favorite questions at present is: “What are you talking about?” Tonight at dinner we were talking about, well, talking.
Bella: “What are you talking about?”
Me: “Talking.”
Bella, frustrated: “What are you talking about?”
Me: “Talking.”
Bella, really getting upset: “No. What are you talking about?”
Me, amused and not able to stifle a giggle: “Really, we’re talking about talking.”
Bella was very much not amused: “I don’t like you talking about talking!”
One thing about life at home with small children … it’s never boring! Poor Bella. I can just imagine the glasses trauma. Love the vision of Bella on the toilet with hot dog slices. Needs must! Glad it all came together in the end.
Hope you all have a wonderful and restful weekend.