The other day Mae was crying a lot. Chloe comes into the room and in a very teenagerish voice says,
"Mom, what's her problem?"
Apparently my answer didn't satisfy her. She looked at Mae for a while and then decided to get the answer from the culprit.
"Mae, what's your problem?"
This next example happened less than an hour ago, and I'm not laughing about it yet. We're working on potty training slowly but surely. I could tell Chloe was trying to go #2 in her diaper so I told her to run to the potty and go on there. She hurried in there, but then all the sudden her little naked body comes running in the kitchen and she's frantically yelling
"A potato, a potato! Mom, a potato!"
I headed quickly for the bathroom knowing a potato probably hadn't magically landed on the bathroom floor. Nope, no potato, but something else had when someone didn't quite make it to the potty... or who knows what happened. Needless to say, Chloe is a funny little girl.
I think I'll keep her, potatoes and all :)
2 comments:
That's hilarious that she called it a potato!
And your house looks so cute! A yard would be A-MAZ-ING! Do we get to see some pics of the inside? I hope so!
Miss you! Btw, I keep meaning to tell you that we're staying here for Thanksgiving and maaaybe driving to Utah for Christmas. That's not definite, though. There's still a chance we'll be here. What about you?
hahhahahahaah that just made me laugh so hard! I love your little girls and that voicemail you guys left me!!! love you guys
xoxo
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