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Yesterday my 2 (and some) year old daughter was running around being crazy with her same aged friend. They suddenly paused for a long hug, and all the parents "awwww'd" (like you do, even if you used to be a hard ass). "Are you giving so and so a hug?" we asked her (why do parents do this?) "Yeah," she said, "A poop hug." It was, perhaps, the greatest joke ever told.
This morning she came running up to the back door of our house. I heard her telling her dad that she needed to go potty. I hear, "What are you doing?! No, stop!" and look out to see that she has pulled her pants down and started peeing on the concrete just outside the door. Unfortunately, not skillfully enough to keep her clothes dry. We were baffled. When I asked her why she did that, she explained that she's a dog that needs to pee outside. I suggested that dogs don't wear pants and might prefer a tree over the concrete. She responded that she's a dog. "You need to use the potty." "I'm a dog." "Dogs don't wear pants" "I'm a dog with pants." "Can you be a dog that doesn't pee on its pants?" "I'm a dog."
Last night as we were leaving the house to get into the car, she stopped and stared at the night sky. She whispered, "It's so beautiful" "The stars?" "It's sooooo beautiful" She was so impassioned that I wondered if she was being facetious, if she was capable of being facetious.
In all three instances, and at many other moments recently, I found myself wondering where these ideas and words had come from. Not just in the "holy crap, this little person just recently exited my vagina" kind of way, though I do that a lot,too. More like, I wondered if she had found a way to secretly connect to the internet or tv shows or other insane children.
Oh, and then there was the time yesterday when she suddenly yelled at me, "Mommy, don't be a JOKE!"
I'll try?
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