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Oct. 6th, 2007 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janetlinMorgan: Open your mouth, Mommy.
me: What do you see in there?
Morgan: Dark places.
me: What are these? (smiling)
Morgan: Teeth!
me: And this? (sticking out my tongue)
Morgan: Tongue!
me: And these? (pursing my lips)
Morgan: Kisses! (kisses me)
me: No, honey, lips. Lips make kisses.
Morgan: Uh huh. And arms make hugs. (glomps me)
me: (dies of cute)
Also, a couple nights ago we made Halloween cookies shaped like pumpkins and with orange icing. I don't have a cookie jar (must remedy), so the cookies remained sitting on the cooling rack on the counter. This morning she woke up earlier than me (as per usual on weekends), so I rolled out of bed, popped Aladdin in the vcr, filled her sippy cup with milk (because she was uninterested in any kind of breakfast), and went back to bed. I woke back up about halfway through the movie, and when I walked into the kitchen, the stepstool had been moved to the other end of the kitchen, to stand in front of where the cookies were. There were one or two bites-worth left of three cookies, crumbs on the counter beneath the rack, and orange icing on Morgan's lips. Gah, I wish I had unpacked my camera, it was so perfect.
So I putter around making myself some brunch, and she goes back to sit on the couch and continue her movie. While she's distracted, I put the rack with the remaining cookies up on top of the toaster oven where she can neither reach nor see it. We get dressed for the day, go outside and blow some sticky bubbles (the kind you can catch in your hand and they won't pop), bum around in general. Then I go into the kitchen to get myself a drink, and Morgan follows me. She looks at the empty space on the counter and asks, "Where the cookies go?"
"They're all gone," I try to convince her. "You ate them this morning, remember?"
"Yeah, I eat the cookies," she grins, then looks thoughtfully around the kitchen. "Maybe I can't see them. Where you put them, Mommy?"
Smart little turd.
me: What do you see in there?
Morgan: Dark places.
me: What are these? (smiling)
Morgan: Teeth!
me: And this? (sticking out my tongue)
Morgan: Tongue!
me: And these? (pursing my lips)
Morgan: Kisses! (kisses me)
me: No, honey, lips. Lips make kisses.
Morgan: Uh huh. And arms make hugs. (glomps me)
me: (dies of cute)
Also, a couple nights ago we made Halloween cookies shaped like pumpkins and with orange icing. I don't have a cookie jar (must remedy), so the cookies remained sitting on the cooling rack on the counter. This morning she woke up earlier than me (as per usual on weekends), so I rolled out of bed, popped Aladdin in the vcr, filled her sippy cup with milk (because she was uninterested in any kind of breakfast), and went back to bed. I woke back up about halfway through the movie, and when I walked into the kitchen, the stepstool had been moved to the other end of the kitchen, to stand in front of where the cookies were. There were one or two bites-worth left of three cookies, crumbs on the counter beneath the rack, and orange icing on Morgan's lips. Gah, I wish I had unpacked my camera, it was so perfect.
So I putter around making myself some brunch, and she goes back to sit on the couch and continue her movie. While she's distracted, I put the rack with the remaining cookies up on top of the toaster oven where she can neither reach nor see it. We get dressed for the day, go outside and blow some sticky bubbles (the kind you can catch in your hand and they won't pop), bum around in general. Then I go into the kitchen to get myself a drink, and Morgan follows me. She looks at the empty space on the counter and asks, "Where the cookies go?"
"They're all gone," I try to convince her. "You ate them this morning, remember?"
"Yeah, I eat the cookies," she grins, then looks thoughtfully around the kitchen. "Maybe I can't see them. Where you put them, Mommy?"
Smart little turd.
