Love is Being Mocked by a Two-Year Old

by doodaddy on September 30, 2008

Sometimes we get distracted. There’s no shame in that.

Boo was polishing off a few pretzels in the car seat yesterday. At a stoplight, I offered her the canteen with the question:

“Do you want a sip of pretzel?”

Beat.

“I mean, water?”

Not that big a deal, right? I wouldn’t have mentioned it except that a few minutes later she said with her bottle in hand:

“I want some water.”

Beat, as I glanced back to notice that she still had the water bottle in her hand. I was about to point that out when she took the next line:

“I mean, pretzels.”

And then she laughed like a maniac. My daughter, my sweet, loving, (and did I mention two and a half years old???) daughter just made fun of me.

Just in case I didn’t get the joke, a few minutes later she asked again:

“I want some milk!” (A momentary quiet giggle so as not to spoil the effect, and then…) “I mean PRETZELS!”

And more hysterical laughter.

That’s the story of how I became Boobaby’s first joke. I hope she doesn’t get tired of me as humorous foil — I expect that my command of the English language will be doing even more of a nosedive as brain cells slough off in the years to come.

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sugarplumsmom September 30, 2008 at 10:22 am

Oh I think Pretzels might be your new nickname. She’s a smart one, that girl.

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doodaddy September 30, 2008 at 3:58 pm

@sugarplumsmom – I like that!

Love,

Pretzels.

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Amber October 2, 2008 at 8:44 pm

That is awesome. She sounds like so much fun.

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doodaddy October 8, 2008 at 2:25 am

@Amber – Fun doesn’t even begin to describe it! OK, it does begin to. But it doesn’t end to!

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