Yesterday at dinner, Julia told me that her apples were too hot. The conversation went something like this….
Me: Julia, eat your apples please.
J: Oh no!
Me: You need to eat and these are good [I take a bite]. See? Yum!
J: It’s hot!
Me: What?
J: No! It’s hot! [Tosses an apple slice across the table]
These were normal sliced apples. Not baked apples or anything like that. If anything they were slightly chilled. This kid is evidently not talented in the excuse-making realm yet, which I suppose is a good thing.
Also recently, we’ve been working on colors, body part names, and so forth. J was sitting on my lap when I asked her what color is mommy’s hair. She tilted her head inquisitively, then pointed to my part and exclaimed “that’s gray!” I immediately assumed Curtis had something to do with teaching her to say that; an accusation he promptly denied (while laughing hysterically). It turns out everyone’s hair is ‘gray’ right now including her own (according to her), but still… I gasped when she effectively called me an old hag.
