A. was playing with E.’s dollhouse this morning and was frustrated trying to fit all of the dolls into the little SUV. This is how our conversation went:<\/p>\n
A: “Hup, peeas, Mama!” Apparently she likes to live life dangerously – with Daddy driving and no car seat. How in the world does a 22-month old come up with stuff like that??<\/p>\n ——————– A. was playing with E.’s dollhouse this morning and was frustrated trying to fit all of the dolls into the little SUV. This is how our conversation went: A: “Hup, peeas, Mama!” M: “You need help putting them in the … Continue reading
\nM: “You need help putting them in the car, A.?”
\nA: “Yesth, Mama.”
\n<\/em>(So I proceed to put the “Mom” in the driver’s seat.)
\nA: “NOOOOOOO! No dere!”
\nM: “Where does the Mommy go?”<\/em>
\nA: “DERE!”<\/em> (Pointing to the passenger seat.)
\nM: “Who is going to drive the car.”<\/em>
\nA: “Daddy!” <\/em>(She runs to get the Dad doll and comes back with the big sister.)
\nA: “Look, Emma Gaaacie, too, Mama.”<\/em>
\n(So I put Daddy in.)
\nM: “Where does Emma go?”
\nA: “Here with Baby Addie!” <\/em>(And then she flings the little carseat across the room.) “No seat! Baby Addie, no seat!”<\/em><\/p>\n
\nUpdate: This afternoon we went out to run some errands and grab some lunch and I had forgotten that I took their carseats out yesterday to take the recycles over to the center, and also to do a vacuum of the car to get all the “kid leavings”. I opened up the door to A.’s side and she thought all of her dreams had come true! No car seats!! She was most unhappy when I started to put the seats back in, and her into the seat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"