Today she stood in the middle of the room, pulled her own shirt down and yelled “BOOOBAHS!”
We reenacted that a lot today. Much laughter ensued.
C is all about using big words. The other day at the pediatrician’s office she wowed the nurse practitioner by saying “Oh, it was hilarious, the Sesame Street band-aids just – would – not – stick, but the Dora band-aid works just fine!” I don’t think she’d ever heard a 3.5-year-old use the word hilarious before.
Tonight C hopped off the toilet and said “I love going potty! It just makes me feel so good!”
Because, clearly just because three-year-olds use big words doesn’t mean they don’t have to be, you know, three.
Oh, I know I was supposed to write about the inauguration tonight. But what is there to say? Yay! New president! WHOOT, buh bye W, don’t let the door hit you on the way out?
OK, fine, I know there’s a ton more to be said, but I feel like I said everything I wanted to say in my open letter to President Obama back in November when he was elected. Which is not to say that I won’t be watching the inauguration with bated breath tomorrow. Because, you know, WHOOT! New president! And, oh yeah, W? Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. Buh bye now! Take care.
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