On Thursday, Samantha was playing with her babydolls. They were screaming at high volume and running around the livingroom. Now, I'm not saying that any child of mine does such a thing, but she's been exposed to such behavior somewhere. Anyway, she turned to the doll and said, "Pardin jur mouf." I asked her to repeat herself so I could be sure what she said . . . "Pardon your mouth!" That has to be Miss Marie talking! I wonder why got her mouth pardoned?
She has a new word: chock-it. It took me a while to figure out that she means
CHOCOLATE.
We went out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant tonight. Samantha ate a ton of chips and (hot!) salsa, and then put away quite a bit of beans and rice. I am so amused at her love of spicy and exotic foods!
Oh, and this happened over the weekend too. I wonder if I should interpret it as a threat?
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The picture cracks me up! Jack will line his matchbox cars in perfect rows. I call him my little Mr. Monk. (Not that he got that habit from me or anything. ;)
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