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!
1 comment:
ahah... Silvy is a riot.
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