So, I swear I’m going to get to my Tulum-a-palooza posts, but I can’t let this day go by without publicly noting that my baby girl is one month from being a three-year-old. What the what? It’s true. And it’s exciting.
As her vocabulary continues to explode, I notice more and more interesting associations that she makes. For example, when I told her that the van driver gave us a beer after we got off the plane in Mexico, she said, “Daddy has a beer.” It took me a moment, but I realized that she was hearing “beer” and “beard” as the same thing. And yesterday, when I asked her if she wanted to watch the Puppy Bowl, she pointed at her small bowl of raisins and said, “That’s a people bowl.” Also yesterday, I noticed that she must think that “Sorry, that’s ok” is a phrase. I assume it’s because nearly every time she says “sorry” for something or another, I say, “That’s ok.” Now, she runs it all together. This morning, we had this exchange:
Molly: I’m going to kick you.
Me: What? Why would you kick me?
[Molly takes a step towards me and gives me a light kick.]
Molly: Sorry. That’s ok!