Anything You Can Do...

Ah, the magical ages of 1 and 2. And to top if off - the competitiveness of sisterhood!

I ate dinner alone with the girls tonight. John was off to his dad's for the weekend and Bertrand was still at work.

SYLVIE: (SIGH).

ME: What's the matter, Silb?

SYLVIE: Well, I not feel good.

ME: Okay. Well, no treats after dinner then.

SYLVIE: (Excitedly) YEAH! Want treats!

ME: Well, not if you don't feel good.

CHLOE: MOM! E! (She shouts it in two short bursts these days).

ME: (Gasps) Chloe doesn't feel good either?

CHLOE: Yeeaaaaaaah. (She always says this word like she's high. It's long and drawn out in a big sigh)

I start to feed Chloe another bite of food.


SYLVIE: Hey mom! Mom! MOMMEEEEE! Mom! Mom! Mom! (All in quick succession - not really giving me an opportunity to answer in between)

ME: (Sigh) What Silb?

SYLVIE: Wock on!

ME: Yeah. Rock on!


CHLOE: YA YOW! YA YOW!

MOM: Oh! Are you doing "rock on" too?

CHLOE: Yeeeaaaaaaah.

ME: Oh yeah, Chloe. Rock on!