Two year old Chris talks to everyone, all the time; whether the person is already talking, sleeping, or it’s not a person at all. He’s more intent on being understood and understanding us now, too, and doesn’t give up until it makes sense. But I could swear, sometimes, that he might be messing with us.
Me: “Oh, no, don’t drink that, honey, it has caffeine.”
Chris (aghast, yet somewhat thrilled): “Cat pee?!?!”
“Caffeine.”
“Cat FEET?!?!”
“Ca. Feeeennne.”
“Cat PEE?!”
“Say ‘Ca’.”
“Ca.”
“FEEN.”
“FEEN.”
“There you go! Caffeine!”
“CAT POOP?!”
“Hmmm. Yeah, cat poop. It’s gross; don’t drink it.”
Well, that’ll cure him. Unless, of course, he takes a drink and actually likes it and then decides to procure more cat poop.
I just love toddler language. It really is fun, isn’t it?
Oh, crap (so to speak)–I didn’t think of that possibility. And then there’s going to be–”Mommy drinks cat poop!” and all of that. Whoops.
Yeah, it’s really fun, though. Can’t imagine what will come of their mouths next in our wildest dreams, huh?
oh, i love your kids more and more.
That was a fabulous conversation to have captured.
I’m trying to cut down on cat pee these days.