 |  |
 | pondering the toddler of the species |
It is possible that I am unequal to the task of conversing with one-year-olds.
When Sadie woke up from her nap today, she called for me.
It sounded urgent, so I came running into the room. “What is it?” I ask.
“Elephant,” she says. She’s not upset.
“Oh?”
“Elephant.”
“Yes,” I say, though I have no idea what elephant that might be.
She sighs. “Yes. Elephant. Perhaps.” And then she gets out of bed and sets about her afternoon play.
And yesterday, when I asked her to hand me her dish instead of dumping it out:
I say, “Are you all done? Can you give mama the bowl and say ALL DONE?”
She looks at me, her face serious. I expect to hear “all done,” in her chipper toddler voice. Instead she hands me her bowl without cracking a smile and says: “Goodnight, sunshine.”
Some days I think she has a fully adult brain inside that toddler body, and she’s just messing with me.
Oh, she’s definitely messing with you. I can see the amusement in her every smile. An amusement that says, “And you think I don’t have a degree in biochemistry.”
Dude. Toddlers are awesome. Definitely in a league of their own!
chickpea is starting to talk a lot more and often what she chooses to say leaves me mystified. the other day pointing out the car window she said “oh no! ball!” and when i said “what? ball?” she answered “thank you.”
Oh my oh my oh toddlers.
LOVE the practicing words out of context. although I’m with heather, I think Sadie’s probably working on her doctorate in something…psychology or linguistics or something.
I’ll take happy and nonsensical over tantrum and nonsensical any day. ‘Cuz let’s admit it…it’s ALL nonsensical.
Okay, you may have a point there.