Dan had a little chat about love with his baby girl last night.
It went a little something like this:
Who do you love, Catie Bug?
My wuvs Mommy.
You love Mommy?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Danny.
You love Danny?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Aunt Doodee.
You love Aunt Judy?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Bama Bama.
You love Grama Bama?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Bampa.
You love Grandpa?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Dah-det.
{At this point, Dan turned to me with the puzzled look that means "Translate, please." So I did.}
You love Target?
Yeah.
{Now that's a little girl who knows what she loves...quite possibly in that order.}
It went a little something like this:
Who do you love, Catie Bug?
My wuvs Mommy.
You love Mommy?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Danny.
You love Danny?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Aunt Doodee.
You love Aunt Judy?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Bama Bama.
You love Grama Bama?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Bampa.
You love Grandpa?
Yeah.
Who else do you love?
My wuvs Dah-det.
{At this point, Dan turned to me with the puzzled look that means "Translate, please." So I did.}
You love Target?
Yeah.
{Now that's a little girl who knows what she loves...quite possibly in that order.}
2 comments:
I am so hurt!!! Guess the trunk load of present for her needs to be returned or given to the Fire Dept. to share.
Don't worry Grama Bama. She changes her mind all the time. You'll be bumped to the top with me in no time!
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