Friday, July 6, 2007

Just 2 years old

I took yesterday off and took Elora out of daycare to spend the day with her. We went to the coffee shop first and then walked around with her in the backpack. I like the backpack better than the stroller; she tends to just shutdown when she's in the stroller. In the backpack though, she talks. Non-stop. Here's a "conversation" from yesterday.

Me: See the firetruck?
E: Yah.
Me: There it goes. (Elora covers her ears)
E: It's vrooming?
Me: Yes.
E: It's going bye-bye.
Me: Yes.
E: Where'd the firetruck go?
Me: I don't know
E: Where'd the firetruck go?
Me: I don't know, maybe to put out a fire.
E: Where'd the firetruck go?
Me: To put out a fire.
E: Where'd the firetruck go?
Me: To put out a fire.
E: Where'd the firetruck go?

Me, desperate for a new topic: Elora, see that doggie... wow, that's a big dog.
E: Whoa, a big doggie. He's sniffing the ground.
She laughs. The dog turns the corner away from us.

E: Where'd the doggie go Papa?
Me: He went home to his house.
E: Where'd the doggie go?
Me: Home to his house.
E: Where'd the doggie go?
Me: To his house.
E: Where'd the doggie go?
Me: Home to his house.
E: To Elora's house.
Me: No, to the doggie's house.
E: The doggie went to his house.
Me: Yes.
E: He went to his house to get a snack?
Me: maybe.

Then she is quiet for a moment.
E: Elora wants a snack.

A friend and fellow parent recently commented that dealing with a 2 year old is like dealing with a very stoned person. I see his point.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's like dealing with a what?

Ted