I had to go to the airport to pick up a package today, so Brian stayed home with the girls. After nearly 2 hours of riding the bus then dealing with bureaucracy at the airport to get a package cleared through customs, they told me to come back tomorrow.
Frustrating, but it is what it is. At least I got a little quiet time with my iPod on the bus. When I got home, Brian was just getting ready to make Kaylee a bottle. So I took Zoë potty (lately she has only wanted me to take her potty), then I took Kaylee to feed her…
Zoë sat next to me in her normal spot on the couch and Brian sat on the other couch. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: “Brian, why does Kaylee have dirt in her hair?”
Brian: “I don’t know… she has dirt in her hair?”
Me: “Yeah, she has dirt all through her hair.”
Brian: “Hmmm… I wonder how that got there.”
Me: “Zoë, did you put dirt in Kaylee’s hair?”
Zoë: “Huh?”
Me: “Zoë, did you put something in Kaylee’s hair?”
Zoë: “Dirt.”
Me: “Why did you do that?”
Zoë: “What happened?”
Me: “Did you put something in Kaylee’s hair?”
Zoë: “Dirt.”
Brian: “Did you put dirt in your sister’s hair?”
Zoë: As she’s shaking her head yes, “Yes.”
Me: “That’s not nice, why did you do that?”
Zoë: “What happened?”
Me: “Did you put dirt in Kaylee’s hair?”
Zoë: As she’s shaking her head yes, “Yup.”
Me: “That’s not nice.”
Zoë: As she’s shaking her head yes, “I sorry.”
Me: “Please don’t put dirt in your sister’s again, okay?”
Zoë: As she has a big grin on her face, “I sorry.”
Me: “Thank you for saying you’re sorry, but please don’t put dirt in your sister’s hair again.”
Zoë: “Yup.”
The whole time both Brian and I had the hardest time not busting up laughing. It really is hard to keep a straight face with some of the things that come out of that girl’s mouth lately.
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