This Joy’s Life

Here are two quick examples of the absurdity of the “conversations” between my daughter and I these days. They make sense to no one but us; Clara more so than myself, I’m afraid:

Clara: These toys are monkeys.

Me: Maybe you’re a monkey.

Clara: Yes, BUT those are my books!

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Clara: See the sun, mommy!

Me: Oh, yeah, I do see the sun.

Clara: Because you can’t go up in the sky anymore.

You can see she’s figuring out how to use her conjunctions, though it seems the cause and effect aspect of it is not quite yet within her grasp.

Clara: Look! I cleanin!

Me: That’s a great job your doing. I’m going to make you the Royal Duster.

Clara: Oh boy! That sounds like fun. Dad-dee, we’re going on a Roller Coaster!

*Thanks to Lorie on FB for bringing this to my attention.

Chad: So how was the mall?

Me: Ridiculous. Who knowingly goes to the mall on a Saturday night that can’t say her age ends in “teen?”

Chad: Did you get what you needed?

Me: No. All the stores carry the same trendy clothes in the same hellacious colors that look horrible on everyone whose not thin enough to hang glide on a Dorito. Not to mention they look so cheaply made coming off the rack that you would think I had made them, yet somehow they cost three times as much!

Chad: Oh.

Me: It’s official. I have become my mother.