Our big kid has been on roll lately with the funnies. The first time we had ever told her to "hold her horses," she actually went to get some horses. This week we said it to Will, and she said, "He doesn't have any horses. You want me to get him some?"
Yesterday morning, I asked her to go open the blinds in her room, and she said, "They're called blinds, because when they're closed, we can't see." We didn't even know she knew what "blind" meant and were impressed she could apply that definition to something else.
This week, we also learned she didn't know the meaning of the word "choose." We were at a store, and she had been told she could have a treat. She picked up a piece of candy and box of animal crackers. I told her she would have to choose one of them. Her response was then, "And then I swallow it." She then learned the difference between "chews" and "choose."
None of these beat the word she used on vacation, though. David opened a bottle of wine and was pouring a glass when she warned, "Don't get shit-faced." We were absolutely stunned. A part of us was horrified she had heard such a thing and repeated it, but we were also oddly proud she had used it so correctly. (Our dear friend Brandy has since admitted she was probably the source of that vocabulary word.)
Willie looking cool in his first pair of sunglasses
Avonlea Jane watches cartoons after breakfast while I get some stuff done around the house, and lately, she has started entertaining Will as well.
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