Saturday morning, I found myself out and about, all alone with the babies. In between stops, I was teaching Evie a song from our early married days, one that Davey’s alarm clock used to play.
One, two, three, four, get your feet on the floor. Five, six, seven, eight, wake up now or you’ll be late. Hooah!*
She had it down in the eight minutes it took me to drive from Walmart to Hobby Lobby. As I pulled into a parking space, I said, “Evie, I lurve you.”
She said, “I lurve you, too.” Then, grinning at me in the rear view mirror, she inquired, “Mama, what did you say?”
“I said, ‘I lurve you.'”
“And what did I say?”
“You said, ‘I lurve you, too.'”
She giggled. “You’re funny, Mama.”
I’ve never really had a child do this, rehash entire conversations immediately after they’ve occurred. But then again, she has a crazy big vocabulary for her age, and she picks up new words fast, so I guess it’s working for her!
The other day, when I woke her up, she stretched and smiled, and murmured, “I’m frustrated.”
“Already?” I asked. “What are you frustrated about?”
“I don’t know. That’s what Snowball said yesterday.”
Oh. Well, I guess we’re good then.
*Hooah is not pronounced like it’s spelled. For proper pronunciation, find a soldier. Do not watch Scent of a Woman. While that’s a fine film, real soldiers pronounce it as one syllable. I’m just saying.